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HOURS 



REFLECTION; 



HORROR AND PLEASURE. 






JOHN HUNT, M . D, 



MDCCCXLV 






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CANADA. 

Just as he threw the glittering spear. 
From his gigantic hand, 
It set him free, and turned 
The destiny of Canada, 
Oh, they wept, when they saw 
That Canada was destined 
To be free. 

They wept like forsaken Angels 
In Heaven, and groaned like 
Devils in Hell. 

They thought that the British 
Lion was about to be drained ; 
Enough of the sacred blood ! 
Oh, yet he supped the sacred blood, 
And when he spake like 
The great Jehovah, he made all 
Around him tremble. Oh ! 
She may have the chance 
To weep again ; Canada will 
Be free. In some coming time 
Canada will be free. Oh, my God ! 
When he gave his command to his 
Forces, all would at his word arise. 
And the lyre of Heaven would be touched 
To his honor. The golden ray.? of the sun 
Would be shed upon him ; 
By the great Jehovah's hand 
He is protected. Oh, this day I met 
With his noble science— 



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He sought for Freedom, 

The British lords were all against him, 

He wished to see his country free, 

He would willingly give his life to 

Obtain his country's freedom. He left 

His country, but in coming time 

He will return, with ten thousand 

Hosts obtain revenge. He swears by all 

That is sacred in Heaven, that Canada 

Shall be free — and English lords 

Shall no longer preside over that 

Virtuous land. Oh! let Canada be 

Free ! What nation has suffered more, 

What nation ought to have her freedom 

More than*this glorious province ? 

Did Greece by Rome suffer more, 

Or Africa pay greater Taxes ? 

Let the Gods of War and the Gods of 

Honor preside. And when the hellish 

Hounds of Britain come, 

Let the noble Patriot's thrust the 

Glittering spear turn their incorruptible 

Hearts. Oh, Oh ! for Heaven's sake 

If there is Justice in Heaven, 

Let the Almighty arm that presides 

Over the destinies of Nations 

Break asunder the chains 

That keep them in oppression ; 

Now if you have the honor, 

Most noble Warrior's, strike for 

Liberiy. Will you die Slaves ? 

Or, will you die Freemen 1 

Or will you carry to your graves 

The honor, that you your sacred 

Blood for the freedom of Canada. 

Oh ! let it be told that you died 

And gave your life for the freedom of 

Your own glorious country. 



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SCRAPS 

Medic us fallo 
Man needs to live 
Three lives to know . 
How to live one. 

He may think 
He is enjoying the 
Blessings of practice, 
Yet in the vaults of hell, 

, He may be as wise 
As Moses or Socrates, and 
Yet cannot see that 
Humans conciluan eado. 

Tue segues, oh Deut 
As thou hast last 
Given thy command 
Repentance and salvation. 

Nox nata ingruo 

Ac Alexander Darius frugo, 

Reason leads man 

From darkness to the God of light. 

let every man raise 
His voice to the honor 
And the praise of his God, 
When you die, die in your glory, 

Deur sum juidix 
O, I tremble when 

1 think to see so 

Many that are to appear at the bar. 

Ago tre gratia, O ! 

Dens ! that you have 

So long|kept around 

Me the golden chai^o t protection; 

Nesta legent utor 



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Tuas judicium. I 
Wish not to lead any 
Man astray from truth. 

The God of Reason 
The Gods of Holiness 
Constitute one God, 



DECEIT. 

the first time 
That I with her 
Met, many happy 
Hours when together 
In solitude spent, 
"When I first saw 
The black sparkling 
Eye, and the golden 
Ringlet hair on 

Her white marble neck, 
As it was raised by Zephyrs, 
As she stood in her fathers 
Mansion — with hand wiping 
From her eye and rosy cheek 
The rolling tear of affection, 

1 bid her adieu. And she spoke ? 
And her tears rushed again, 
And she laid her head upon 

His hand and gave a sigh. 

I rejoiced much 

When I with her first met, 

But ten times more when I left her. 

Although she resembles a Grecian 

Goddess — as fair as an Italian maid, 

And as virtuous as the Goddess of Rome. 

I despise her not — although 

She is treacherous and wise, 

And ten thousand pounds 



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Would not obtain her real estate 
We have sported in the forest 
Hunt and the giddy dance, 
Thus she kindly offered ^her hand 
And smiled at first, and 
Spoke — -and she spoke to me kindly 
We shall be happy, if we are wedded, 
By the powers of Heaven ! 
And all that is virtuous on earth 
I had rather be free, than to be bound 
To such a treacherous dame as 
Thee. I have seen many happy 
In bands of felicity — but ten 
Times more in the deepest torrent 
Of Tarfarius. 



THE RIVAL. 

One would think 

By your appearance you 

Were|as great as Plotinus, 

A friend of Gallianus, but 

Your reasoning is so that 

Fools may see its faults and 

Teach you wisdom. 

You believe man is immortal, 

His soul existed before his birth, 

Do you call yourself a second Plato? 

I should think by your reasoning 

That you was taught in 

His School. You are so corrupt 

That you cannot find a resting 

Place within Hell, or within Heaven ; 

You are barr'd from the sacred Heave 

And despised by the devils in 

Tartarias. All the sacred gods 

Would dip the spears of war 



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In your blood to poison their foes. 

Once you might touch the lyre 

Of Heaven, and all around you 

Would have been silent, 

Great Gods would have done you honor, 

But you have fetched disgrace 

Upon yourself—disobeyed his laws 

And thus deprived yourself 

Of happiness, and all rejoiced when 

They saw you thrust from 

His throne, down the long road 

To hell ; and your groans 

As you were going, were more 

Amusing than the songs that 

You sent from your harp. 

You were too mean for 

The wolves to feast on your 

Blood and flesh. Let your eyes 

Be closed .with plates of brass, 

And your voice never more heard, 

Only when it is expressing your 

Wretchedness, and let yourfame 

Go down with your bones. The 

Goods of Justice will all sign 

The declaration, to never have 

You again appear upon this earth, 

For you have fetched more sin 

Than the law when it was sent. 

And if you have friends, let 

Them weep, because you were not 

Taken before, and let all those 

That hold to virtue stand, and defend 

The Gods of holiness, and keep 

This polluted man from the land. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

SOLITUDE, 
O, Deliver me from 
Solitude — give'me pleasure. 
It is worse for me to 
Stop with the noble day. 

I have seen many, with 

Them drank the cup of 

Wine, and sported in the 

Giddy dance, and yet was wretched, 

He this eve from his bed 
Arose, and to her door 
Went for a viceans intent- 
It was to take her life. 

He from his brpast pulled 
A glittering dagger, and 
Towards her advanced. He paused, 
He could not do the deed. 

Be I a coward — then he 
Deeply drank from, and then 
He paused. Is it right for 
Me to take her innocent life. 

He then advanced towards her 
Bed with his dagger raised, 
And looked on her rosy 
Cheek. O, I cannot take her life, 

He drank again. O by the 
Sacred Gods I will do it, 
He throwed the glittering dagger 
To her heart — -he heard the groan. 

When she struggled 

He saw the blood 

From her heart flow, 

He fainted and fell before her, 

Because he thought she was 



10 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Treacherous, he took her life, 

He did not reflect that she 

Was not the cause of the treason. 

i will swear that 1 will 
Never witness another dead, 
Nor sport with another dame — 
I have spent a fortune and my life. 

It reminds me of Solomon 

His words I will not quote. 

For they are familiar to 

You, I say keep the laws of virtue. 

If you have them hold 

Them, until you can 

Get three times their value, 

'Tis impossible to find a virtuous dame. 

From Grece's sacred walls 
To Andrica I have roved, 
I have never found an honest 
Dame or Goddess in foreign land. 

There are those that will 
To you by their appearance 
Make you think that they 
Are virtuous dames. 

There are honest ones 
It has been my misfortune, 
Or good fortune never to find 
One, all things are for the best, 

When he stepped, all beneath 
His feet shook, and when 
He spoke, and all the angels 
. |n Heaven trembled and wept. 

His law was love, his 

Word fixed the destiny of Empires, 

His wrath would send ten 



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Thousand to hell for disobedience. 

Although he died holy — died 
A ruler of the world — lover 
Of salvation — his declaration 
Would raise nations from the dead, 

This is not the man, 
* Whom was ruined and arose 
In three days, and ascended to 
Heaven, he was inferior to him. 

This day I saw her enter into 

The Cathedral Church, in Italy, 

She had the form of Minerva 

And Venus, according to the^description, 

She possessed eloquence 

And was much distinguished, 

She excelled all Goddesses in music, 

But her appearance was disgraceful. 

She intended to marry 

Rich, but her father's misfortunes 

Turned her destiny. 

She wept hard at her misfortunes, 

He would labor to obtain 
Means to keep her in the giddy dance- 
To sport with British lords and French County 
It was impossible for her to obtain courtesy. 

She wept, alas ! Oh, why is it 

That I cannot have the courtesy 

Of English lords and French Counts, 

As well as those that are worth pounds. 

I can sport and sing, 
And in the forest hunt, and giddy dance 
•Converse with the Archangels of Heaven, 
And touch the Lyre of David. 

As she spoke these word?, she wept,. 



12 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

She spoke of her fame, 

And the different countries 

She had seen — they- were Egypt and Italy. 

But 'twas all in vain for her 
To quote this~to the lords, 
You know not how to 
Please counts and lords. 

If you have wealth, man 
Would despise the honorable sage 
You had rather ride your steeds 
Over the crumbling walls of Troy, 

As long as you have not learned 

The first laws of nature, 

And have not respect 

For your God nor your fellow-man. 



TRAGEDY. 

Priest. Oh ! Oh ! holy, just, sacred and 
Divine, powerful and all- wise, 
The giver of every good and perfect gift, 
The cause of all things. Oh my 
Sacred God, my only true God, 
On Thee I rest, as I anl 
Am here reviving, on the 
Holy Spirit, my only nourishment. 
My only guide, is the word of God. 
; Tis the only fountain, tis the only source 
That man can obtain everlasting salvation. 
Oh return ye fallen race, 
Why will ye fetch eternal damnation 
Upon your own heads, when 
You can by your own works 
Obtain salvation. 

JSight. Oh tell me what is the cause 
These sacred walls to fall, 



HOURS .OF REFLECTION. 13 

Is it by a just and sacred God ? 

Tifoat you have so long 
Worshipped as a true Redeemer ; 
Will he send devastation 
And desolation, and make 
All his followers slaves to 
Infidels ? Now why can you 
Call on the just and sacred God 
When he; r builds up kingdoms 
And Empires, and say 
That he is the cause of all 
Things. Do you charge him with 
Infamy. You say he is just and 
JSacred ; and yet the author of sin. 
Oh ! you poor bigot behind me get, 
You des'jrve'not the name of a man 
To slander your sacred God. 
Deist. An quhquam suen ussus 
Honro sui ut crucio, 
But there are many 
That, know the cause 
Of his existence ; there 
Is r.ot but one cause 
^ That power made every 

Thing exist. You say 
?Jan is free to act ; when he was 
Designed for some purpose 
Do you think your philosophy 
Is true — will it bear reasoning, 
You must be insane 
To think that such philosophy 
Is true ; you take the power 
From God when you say 
That man is free. For he was created 
By an overruling, all- wise, ever 
Existing, made everything to act 
As he designed it. As the worlds 
That are unknown to man perform 



14 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Their revolutions harmoniously. 

And man, who is the king 

Of the land • can vhnt 

Different worlds, con verse 

With different nations 

And take from the laibratory 

Of Heaven ; the electricity 

That will raise man from the dead, 

All these things are carried on 

By one power. That power 

Is the God of all. If' 

Man was a self-creator 

He would be free to ac t, 

But now he is dictated 

By a power that guides .him 

Harmoniously as he doei-s 

Jupiter around the sun. 

Priest. Oh you vain wise and self 
Conceited, wise in your own 
Wisdom for there are more 
Of the Church or State will 
Agree with you ; deprive 
Man of his liberty ? You say 
That he is not free to act 
Because he is not a self 
Creator. Cannot that high 
All- wise, powerful being create* 
A man free. 

Deist, I say he cannot. If out 

Of the power of God or man 
To create anything free to act 
As I have said before, it acts 
As it was designed. It was 
His intent. At the foundations of 
1 he world to make all things 
Work consistent ; because you 
Differ from me. You have 
No right to call me an 



HOTJrtS OF REFLECTION, 15 

Infidel. This .pleases the 

God of Nature, to see many 

Deluded by one. This was so 

Designed by him, that one 

Man may be thousands ; 

It is out of the- power ofyou 

To tell, what the spirit of 

Your God is ; and yet you 

Say that you are called 

By him to preach his law, 

But all the acts of man ; 

His transgressions, the 

Violations of the law, and all 

The prayers that he utters 

"Will not turn his face, 

It will not send him to Heaven 

Nor keep him from Hell. 
Priest. Do you think there is a Heaven f- 
Deist. No ! I think there is no Heaven, 

Only his grave ; that is eternal 

Happiness. He never awakes 

From his slumber • His spirit 

Never rises, to be wafted by 

Earebut upon the liquid sulphur 

Of Tartarius. He has no 

Spirit to arise. He is born 

Without a spirit, dies without 

A spirit, and saved by the 

Arm of his sacred God. 
Priest. This God that you say 

Is your just God, 

That you say saved you 

In the name of Heaven, and all 

That is sacred — what was 

That to be saved of you ? 

You say that you have no 

Spirit, and I declare by all 

That man has a spirit— 



16 HOURS OF REFLECTION". 

A spirit of life and nothing more. 
You must be a fool, like all 
Other Deists, that endeavor to 
Prove that man is not free, 
And has not a soul for 
Salvation. I would be one of 
The most wretched beings in 
God's Kingdom, if I did not 
Believe that I had a soul 
For salvation. 

Deist. When I speak of the soul 
I mean that part of man 
Which you <ay is capable of 
Salvation after death, and 
I still hold to the doctrine, 
It cannot be proved there is 
Anything that exists after death 
You may believe as strong as 
You have a mind, because 
You have been deluded, it does 
Not prove that you have a 
Soul to exist after death— 
And from the foundations of the 
Egyptian Empire to the 
Formation of American Republic. 
Ten thousand fools, like thee, 
Have been deceived— and 
If you would ask them 
The question reason that 
They believed in the resurrection* 
It would be conclusive as 
Platos reasons of the sand, 
It always did exist, and 
Always will exist. 

Priest: Non quam livi lid 
Dons rego. 

Night. Quiiscior sum homo 

Cum dens simi lituders. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. IT 

It is true we are told 
That man is found after 
The image of God — no 
Man ever saw God — he is, 
No one can define his attributes. 
I have seen many that have said 
They have conversed mouth to mouth 
As who says that he is an 
Insane man — deprived of 
All principles of morality, 
He only wishes to delude, 
Lead man from the path 
Of truth. 
Dame. Come with me— -step upon the 
Dick of this golden slip, 
Let us be wafted by the 
Gentle breeze o'er the sacred 
Waters — as they roll gently 
Beneath her golden breast ; 
I have the best harps, the 
Most splendid lyre, those 
With me that can send 
Forth the songs that would amuse 
The Goddesses, the Angels of Heave% 
And fetch a smile upon the 
Great Jehovah's countenance, 
The best wine that ever from 
Italy sent. Oh ! come with 
Me and drink deeply, come 
Now and take your pleasure, 
Wash from you the holy waters, 
That on you have sent 
By those bigots, that you have 
So long had their company 
On you forced. It would be 
Like going from the vaults of 
Hell on the golden path to 
Paradise. Oh ! why, why can 



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18 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

You stay with those corrupted 
Devils, which wish to sup at 
Your sacred blood. For Heaven's 
Sake come and drink with me 
And ride upon the gold sacred 
Waters. 

NigM. Oh my sacred Goddess 

It is almost out of my power 
To resist your kind and 
Benevolent offer. You have 
Offered me all that is in the 
Power of any one to offer 
It is next to the blessings of Heaven, 
And many things you have 
Offered that the great Jehovah 
Himself would not give, although 
He made wine for man to drink. 
Oh, I must say to thee my 
Beloved Melissa, I cannot go. 
If 1 should leave these hellish 
Subjects it would be like going 
Where a new swarm could on 
Me light, and sup the last drop 
Of blood from my heart. 
They are full and I am happier 
Than if I should leave them. 

Dame. You seemed to be frightened 
Thinking that I should carry 
You where you would find a 
New swarm of Devils. I'll 
Swear by all that is sacred 
In Heaven, the God of Justice 
Shall protect jou, if I do not. 
It is out of my latitude to 
Sail where I cannot breathe 
The holy air, and I never will 
Carry 3'ou into the vaults where 
You will be in worse torment. 



R0¥RS OF REFLECTION. 19 

For you are in the deepest of 
Torment. Oh ! why can yo\i 
Refuse to go with me. and 
Obtain holiness, come and drink 
From this golden cup ihe 
Sacred wine and saving ordinance, 

Night. It is vain for me to resist 
Then at this time; I will 
Drink, and upon your golden 
Ship ride o'er the sacred water 
As it gently rolls beneath, her 
Golden breast. I have heard 
Mad Poets say, all Goddesses 
Are treacherous. If the last 
Drop of my blood was in 
This cup, it would be to thee 
That I would swear, and 
Drink that are the honest 
One that I have found. 
I would as soon place 
Myself in the-po&ition of you, 
As quick as I wou'd in the 
Bands of some great Deity. You 
Have raised me from the 
Vaults of Tartareons, pulled 
From my heart the glittering 
Spear, gave me wine to 
Drink when I had nothing but 
Singed sulphur to quench my 
Thirst. 

Priest. I am not given to reason, 
We are told by the word of 
God to keep his law. This is 
Man's guide to him from Heaven 
Was sent, and handed to us down 
By Moses. We are told not 
To contend with Infidels, 
And fear that we may throw 



20 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Pearls before swine. If you 
Will arise and say that God's 
Law is not the guide for man. 
He has not the power nor knowledge 
To make laws for you to live 
By, then let the Deists, Nights 
And Atheists — from the 
Assembly and make laws 
For the Gods to live by. 
Deist. We have never said that 
God was inferior to man, 
Was not capable to make 
Laws to rule the land — 
But you are the one that 
Takes from him his power 
And will not give him the 
Honor of presiding over his own 
Subjects. 
Priest. You say all things come by chance 
There is no God excepting the 
God of Nature. He has not the 
Power to raise kingdoms, 
Empires, Thrones and Dominions, 
If by the power of God and 
God alone, that raises them 
And thus is the God of Nature. 
Deist. True I said there is but one 
God and that God is the 
God of Nature, and there is no 
Other God. And man 
Without his aid cannot 
Do the least thing, 
Or bring anything into 
Existance without the agency 
Of this Almighty power, 
It would have been in vain 
For man to raise the towering 
Walls of Egypt or Kome, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 21 

Or confounded the tongues of 
Nations, and yet you say that 
Man is free. 

Priest. What is the reason of your 
Doctrine — all the acts of 
Man before you every day 
Prove that man is free. 
Reflect for a moment, and you 
Can see — look yonder, on 
That rugged cliff. See tho^e 
Two stout hearted Spaniards, 
See them striving for each others 
Life. He has thrown his glittering 
Spear to his heart — he has fallen. 
Will not that act done 
Convince you that man is 
Free. And yet you say that 
It is God presides.. Oh!' 
How can you place upon him 
This Infamy ! You blend upon 
Him good and evi! — and say from 
One fountain both spring. 
How can you say from a 
Fountain of holiness, the 
Corrupted spirits of Tartarous 
Spring. 

Deist, Are. you so blind, your mind 
So small, that you cannot 
Follow the golden charm of 
Reason. I say the spirit 
Done all these works. Every thing 
Works to please him — and yoi> 
Have no right' to say what is 
Sin or what is not. It may 
Please him to see nations 
Against nations, and ten thousand 
Of his noblest subjects bleeding, 
And yet may be pleasure to him—. 



22 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

And yet, you say it is a sin 
If this was not the will of God 
Why would it be done. For he 
Has formed the spear and placed it 
In his hand, to shed the blood 
Of his sacred son — and left the 
Jews yet in their sins, and 
By his hand has driven them 
O'er the world. Oh ! you poor 
Fool behind the Gate, if you 
Can't read better than you 
Have yet. 

Nigld. I have returned, I have seen 
The towering halls of China, 
The, ruined temples of Greece and Rome. 
And the place where our beloved 
Saviour gave his life, I must 
Say that there is a God that 
Presides over the destinies of man 
After I have seen this desolate 
Land — and after reading the 
Prophesies of Saints — the Christian 
Has the best guide. I have for 
Many days been driven by the 
Tempests upon the main like, 
And iron which has no point 
To sail left in the dark shades 
Of devastation, and stood upon 
The verge of hopeless despair, 
I can no longer withhold the 
Invitations of salvation. 

Deist. By what one have you been 
So deluded — before that 
Goddess went, you had a 
Consistent mind, but by some 
Power, whether 'twas by that 
Goddess or by some bigoted 
Priest — you have been turned 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 23 

From your true doctrine, 
The last night that we 
Together drank, you to me 
Declared, that those believers 
In the resurrection, were insane, 

Night* I thought that I was wise, 
And I could reason and 
Confound the angels of Heaven 
But I have drank and drank 
Deeply of the fountain of knowledge s 
And found from my sacred God 
And obtained salvation. That 
God of reason whom I have 
Solong'held to — is not the 
One for my guide. You with 
Me drank to him, as we would 
To Bacchus, but I beseech thee ; 
Oh ! friend ! In the name of 
Heaven, and the Goddess of truth 
To come with me. As long 
As you have beeD wandering 
And drank to every fountain- 
Of knowledge, how is it possible 
That you have not found the 
Gods of Salvation. 

Deist, I have found him and would not 
Sacrifice my gods for ten 
Thousand fictitious ones like 
Yours. He never has advanced 
To you the knowledge that can 
Tell the causes and effects. Faith 
Is all you have, and faith is what 
Saves you from damnation, 
A-nd despise the God of Reason, 

Priest, Oh! how can you speak thus 
Against one that has turned 
To God — we must take the 
Sacred writ, before reason? 



2\ HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

For that is not the guide for 
Man, for every one reasons for 
Himself, they think they reason 
Correct and yet is false, and this 
Makes the different doctrines 
And each sect think the other 
False. That we must turn 
To the standard, as the 
Counsellor does to his books, 
For if each one was allowed 
To establish a law for himself 
There would be no need of counsel 
No need of one to preach the 
Word of God — the Atheist, the 
Deist, and the midnight Assassin 
Would declare that they were 
Doing right — but you know 
According to the God you 
Hold to, we must have a 
Guide that is given by some 
Higher power than man. 

Deist. It is true we must have, 
But you seem to class me 
With the Atheist. I will 
Pardon you on this point, for 
You know not the difference. 
Their doctrine is more inconsistent 
Than yours. I wish to have you 
Tell me before we part, what 
The spirit is that lives not to die. 

Priest. I cannot define, hut I believe 
And have faith that man is a 
Spirit of sensation after life 
And I would sacrifice my own 
Life before I would give up 
This belief. For that God 
The true God is my hope. 
Nou fra lasiadmon 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

Prossom relectus serild. 
Night, I should you would not 
Write, if you had no more 
Than you have used 
You are deprived of all 
Common sense. You have 
Here approved, advanced your 
Doctrines, and argued faith 
Against Reason. You have 
Failed in every point, and 
Fetched disgrace upon 
Yourself and upon your sect, 
I wish not to sustain your 
Deistical doctrines, nor I will 
Not go with thee, but he has 
More reason, as I have 
Said before to confound the 
Angels of Heaven, but you 
Are deluded by the prophecies 
Of Daniel and believe that man 
Can ascend to Heaven. 
Yet I do not hold to the 
Same God that he does, 
Nor to your God. I have 
A God of my own, and that 
Is the God of Truth. 
But I believe that man 
Is saved, but it is impossible 
For one to ascend to Heaven, 
But he is saved in the grave 
Of Eternal sleep. But I 
Will pardon thee on this 
Point if you will declare 
That you wish the Deist 
Will never more enter 
For they can confound the 
Wisest of thine that ever spoke 
For they have the God of Reason 
3 



26 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

To contend divine against the 
God of Faith. 
Dame. Come let us go to the forest 
Chase and leave those halls of 
Solitude and desolation, leave 
This superstitious sect of this 
Land — 1 had rather listen to 
The howlings of the wolves, the 
Shrieks and groans of the 
Dying soldier, than to listen 
To the inconsistent doctrines of 
That old divine. Come with 
Me my noble Night; this night 
We will spend in songs 
And the giddy dance, and 
Drink the sacred wine from 
The golden cup. 



A TRAGEDY. 

Charles of York. He mounted his 
Steed, he sprang with all 
His might, and said, come ye 
Sportsmen boys to the battle ground, 
His foes on him rushed — spring 
Ye noble warriors with all your 
Might — Give no quarters unto the 
Rebels ! They have sought for my 
Life, and 1 will give no quarters 
Without a cause. They are thirsting 
For my blood. Once I had 
Done them a kindness, and I supposed 
That they were my friends, 
1 would sacrifice my life in 
The battle-field — but now 1 will 
Do all that is in my powet, 
And pray for the assistance 
Of the Gods of War. Your 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 27 

Life, your honor, are all 
Dependent upon this battle, 
If you succeed in this cause 
Your name is forever inscribed 
Upon the books of Fame 
And remembrance, and by all that 
Is in Heaven, Oh I my noble 
Warriors, if we do not succeed 
In this battle against these 
Hellish foes, we are forever 
Placed in obscurity, 
Despised, forsaken, and called 
Traitors to our country, 
Oh ! I all beseech thee in 
The name of Heaven, the Gods 
Of honor and fear liberty! 
Will you die with this disgrace, 
Go down to your grave with that 
Name inscribed upon your 
Forehead, a Traitor to your 
Country. He paused for a 
Moment — all was silent, 
He gave a command, cur 
Foes are coming, we must 
Fight for our lives. Oh ! we must 
Fight ! They to battle entered, 
The sounding of the spears, as 
Loud as the distant thunders of 
Heaven, as they clashed. The 
Fire from thern illuminated 
All around, as if electricity 
From Heaven was sent. 
The battle was long, but 
Charles had to fall ; his arm 
Was too weak to wield his 
Sceptre against his foes. 
They on him rushed, and 
From his breast plucked his 



28 HOURS OF REILECTJON. 

Noble heart, and upon his 

Glittering spear carried it, 

And sung the songs of joy, 

That they this tebel had conquered. 

But all those that were srived 

Of Charles* army wept and sighed, 

And said, I would have willingly 

Have given my life to save my 

Leader. I had rather die 

Than lo return to my native 

Land with the corpse of 

Charles. 
Peter of Lancaster. Weep not you noble soldiers ! 

You fought with all j our power, 

You fought like brave soldiers. 

If Charles were living now, 

He would not condemn you, 

His spirit will meet you in 

Heaven, and there will give 

Honor ; and when your 

Countrymen learn of this battle 

They will not despise you. 
Peter the Great. Art thou so mean — I 

Thought you were my friend*, 

You have taken my brother's heart 

From his thoris — you have proved 

Treacherous. You declared by fill 

That is sacred, that you as 

A nation did hold h ; s 

Works to be sacred, because 

His arm was weak, and true 

To his country. You wish to 

Dethrone him, but may the 

Gods of justice do justire to you. 
Charles. I appear before you once more, 

You have taken from me 

Nothing more than my heart, 

My spirit yet exists. You 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 2& 

Cannot do me harm, 

And I will return on thee 

With ten thousand hosts, 

Like the voice speaking from 

Heaven, and g|ve them command, 

And you may strive — and strive 

With all your powers, but it 

Will be in vain to reach me : 

When I over you preside, 

And by the consent of Heaven, 

I will disperse your land, 

You called me a coward, when 

I was your counsellor — but now 

J will make thee tremble, 

Groan and fall before me, and 

Weep — because it was not right* 

I refused your wishes, 

You had to call me a traitor. 
Garlqus. I say you have not courage, 

You fought like cowards, 

Obliged not to save your 

Couritry, nor keep your 

Independence, only like 

All other cowards, fought to 

Save your lives. If your 

Spirit has appeared, and 

You have boasted of your 

Fame and power, and declared it 

Is sanctioned by the Gods of 

Heaven that you spieacl desolation 

O'er the land. 
Vas count Enters. Oh ! stop my noble lords, 

Do not spend your time 

Conversing with a coward — 

Although he says that he 

Enacted good laws — had 

Good intent — but his actions 

Prove that he is using his 



30 HOURS OF REFLECTION'. 

Grealest endeavors to become 

King of the land. I considered 

Him a man, when I first 

In council saw him. I 

Supposed that he was true to 

His country — but since I 

Saw his last administration 

I would as soon thrust a 

Dagger to my heart, as to 

Live under him — for I had 

Rather die by my own cause, 

Than to have a scoundrel 

Take my innocent blood. 

For it is more honor to man 

To die a freeman, than to die 

A slave, and have to take his 

Own life. Oh! he is gone, 

No more will that polluted 

Flesh, or corrupted spirit, bring 

Pestilence into this sacred and 

Glorious country, 
Martha.' Oh ! how can you speak thus of 

My friend and lover, as he is. You 

Once loved, and now his greatest 

Foe, how can it be possible — 

The strongest nerves affection 

That ever between two existed. 

I thought they existed between 

You I should — the angels 

Of Heaven had been turned 
Out, and paradise converted 

Into a Hell, as soon as 

To think that the ties would 
Have been broken between you two. 
Nancianus. Is he your lover ? I had 
Rather love the heathen than 
Such a coward. 
Martha, He is not a coward — look 



HOraS OF REFLECTION. 31 

At the history of his baUles, 

He sulfered to haveUais henrt 

Taken from its theoris. See 

The manner that he spoke 

To his noble soldiers. With 

The greatest eloquence, he used 

The most exertion to urge 

Them on to battle. 
Na?icia?ms. He is a coward! It is 

Sanctioned by the Gods of War. 

I saw him run to the forest, 

He left his armour to save 

His own life — when he needed 

His assistance. 
Martha, He did not wish to contend 

With the Barbarian, who is devoid 

Of all principles of honor 

In state or in war. He would 

As soon sacrifice the life fegg 4 

Of his dearest friend to 

Carry out his design — as he 

Would to do him a kindness, 

Oh, why can you bianie him 

For not wishing to contend 

Against such a Heathen. 
Belgamus enter. You have been speaking of 

Honor — what do you know, 

If you had lived in the time 

Of the Spartans, or seen the Greeks 
.Besiege Troy, and seen how 

The Romans fought, how 

Willingly the Americans flew, 

Their blood for liberty, then 

You might know what 

One would sacrifice for 

Honor, you may flatter 

Yourself that you were as 

Brave as s >me of tie Gn'i.ii 



32 B0T7RS OF REFLECTIOr:. 

Goddesses, or the Spartan dames 
You would faint to see the 
Glittering spear thrust to the 
Heart of your dearest friend 
And much less you dare 
Not enter into the battle field, 
And yet you have insulted 
Martha because she loved 
Charles the Great. Before you 
Try to defend others, examine 
And see if you are pfifect. 
Peter. What cause have you 
To insult this dame. 
She has not tried to 
Injure you, she has never 
Tried to dishonor you 
In war. Oh ! you have 
Made her weak, for you 
Have forced yourself into her 
Company, degraded her, 
You have sent to her more 
Than a Barbarian would 
To his oppressive foe. From 
This hall flee! Or I will thrust 
A spear to your heart, 
And. never let me hear 
You ever speak that to a 
Goddess of honor. 
Cad. I am not the man, but I 
Can teach you your letters 
And honor. 
Peter. Why do you not 

Show it in your conversation 
You know nothing of literaiure, 
And yet you have the audacity 
To tell me that you can 
Teach me my letters and honor. 
Cad. J assert again I can do it, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 33 

I have taught the wisest in 

Rome, and you are only wise 

In your own conceit. Thus 

You spoke light of one in 

A slandering tone, ask 

Me if I was not the man 

That introduced letters into 

Greece. You did it to insult 

Me ; hy the powers above, if 

Those words from your lips 

Ever fall again. I'll have 

Yonr carcass upon the Anutounist's 

Table for dissection, and let 

Them see what a corrupted 

Heart that is enclosed within 

Such vile apparel. 
Edward. What do you think of 

Isaih. 
Peter. I think he is a great writer 

But given to licentiousness. 
Edward, Don't charge him with that 

Infamy. One of the greatest 

Writers — the Great Jehovah 

Ever employed — yon have the 

Audacity to say that one of 

Gods holy children, is 

Ltd away to licentiousness. 
Peter of Athens. Do you think that is charging 

With Infamy ? The best part 

That ever wrote, was given 

To Licentiousness and his ctrp? s 

And why if this is sanctioned 

By ilie Gods, why can you 

Charge him with doing wrong 

When we are commanded to 

Replenish the land, and yet one 

Of the great writers tell us 

It is better to live as I live, 



34 norrcs of inflection. 

But we know not because he never 
Married, but did as Solomon did. 

Mathias enter. I think he was a good and 
Virtuous man, but still we must take 
Into consideration the lime 
That they lived. They honored 
The Gods of Wine, and what 
We think is licentious, they 
Think is virtuous. 

Peter. I ask your pardon if I have 
Offended you. I did not think 
You belonged to the same class, 
But now it gives me impression 
That you like your cups and dames. 
As he who kept rive 
Hundred concubines. 

Mathias. What under you — cb you intend 
To make me mad. T did not 
Come this eve to fight with 
You, or contend for the 
Honor of ancient sages. 
They acted as they thought 
Was consistent and you say 
That I am given to licentiousness- 
Retract those words or I never 
Can see you as my friend. 

Peter. Let me drink, lay all these 
Hard feelings aside, let us ' 
Go to the theatre, and when 
We retorn, dance till three 
O'clock in the morn, and drink 
This sacred wine. Oh! lam 
Your friend, I did not intend 
To hurt your feelings. 

Elvad. The rays of the glittering moon at 
Midnight lighted her path 
Through her father's palace ; 
Next I saw her with her lover. 



HOIKS OF REFLECTION, 35 

He from her rosy lips took 
The parting kiss, and bid her 
Adieu, and lovely Melissa wept, 
Peter from Varuna. It is our only design to 
Live for each other's happiness. It 
Is our duty to sacrifice our 
Own interest often times to 
The interest of-dur fellow-beings, 
Jared. Oh! why can you say this. Is 
Man to sacrifice his happiness 
Because one other man disobeys 
His laws, is he to give up 
All that he has, when he 
Sees his friend in trouble. 
This is against the laws of 
Nature, and the God of Nature, 

When you advocate this 
Doctrine, I know that he will 

Not think it true, 
Peter. This makes you tremble, when 

I tell you the sacred truth. 
Jared. We know by experience and every 

Day's observation, that it is the 

Law of nature. If it was not 

It would never be sanctioned, 
Martha. Oh do not make so light 

Of this guilt, oh it is a 

Sacred question, and the 

Gods of redemption. 
Lord Saltus. I think that is not wrong 

For man is given to lust. 

For it is so decreed by all 

Above, that the laws that 

Dictate man, do not keep 

Him from licentiousness, 

For I have been in the Church 

These ten years. 
Bishop. This is not the place for you 



#6 HOURS OF KtiFLElTiOX. 

To display eloquence, even if 
You had it, but I am sure 
That you have not — and you 
Are a fool to appear in 
The pulpit, before this 
Literary audience. 
Edward. You are talking of eloquence an<2 
Why not of war. It is time for 
You to prepare you? country 
This night is invaded. 
Galleanus. I am an opposer of war. I wish 
To speak of that which does not 
Meet my desire, but is necessary 
For the nation is invaded, to use 
The greatest exertions to defend it. 
Edward. I see that you are a coward, 
I placed confidence in you. 
But you have left me, 
By that was the cause of my 
Death, this night must I fait. 
Narcianns. Must you fall this night. 

Because the coward left ? 
Edward, When a man insists you 
» Have confidence, 
Narcianus. He did it to obtain a favor, 

Not of a good intent. 
Bacarious. Come with me, I will 
Relieve Edward, and fetch 
Him from the enemy ; 
And may the Goddesses 
Sinj?, as they on the rugged 
Clefts stand — and may the 
Tempest and the waves obey 
His command— as the 
Lofty Pine buds to the 
Tempest, may his foe bow 
To him and ask pardon. 
And may he drink from 
The fountains, nnd if he need 



HOUES OF REFLECTION. 37 

For assis'ance, let the rolling 

Spirits rise in the battle field, 
Naucianus. Oh ! this is not too much for 

You to do. O noble Bacarious, 

I will add to what you 

Said, when his bones are 

Mouldering, may the noble 

Spirit arise and proclaim 

His fame. 
Bice. You belong to a noble sect ,• 

You siy that you belong to 

The Baptists, and think that you 

Are the holiest of all Christians. 

And yet your sect is raised 

By those who are the most corrupt 

Of any Christian sect. 
Martha. He is a man, why do you 

Speak thus of him. 
Rice. He is not a man. I saw 

Him steal a quarter from the 

Eyes of a corpse, and yet you 

Call him a Christian. 
Martin. This is no harm, for it is his 

Father. H? wished to keep the 

Estate in his own hands. 
Dufcp. Why have you tried to defame 

This man. He is the first in the 

Church. You did not speak 

Of the time he was imprisoned. 
Bice. This makes me tremble ; I think 

I have more conscience now than 

I ever had before. That a man 

Of the church would steal, and 

Take the money that closed his 

Father's eves. Oh ! for heaven's 

Sake thru>t this scoundrel to 

The lower regions, and let him 

Sup for ever on the liquid sulphur, 
4 



38 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Lorenzo. This is too haid ; he has repented 

Three times, Let him go if he 

Will take his oath to never steal 

Again. 
Duke. I have received enough of your insults ; 

It makes my blood curdle. 

If you were a man of fame, 

I would through your heart 

Thrust this glittering dagger. 
Cad. I saw the Duke enraged : 

The dagger in his hand roved. 

As I turned to speak to my 

Friend I heard a groan, and 

1 turned to leave, and saw his 

Foe bleeding upon the ground. 

No question was asked ; he mounted 

His fiery steed, and to forest went. 
Broihelus. I saw the Duke three years from 

That time in Paris; yet he was 

Not happy, and I could not see 

Thai he was miserable, for he 

Enjoyed himself with the Count, 

And three times a day with 

Strangers. Oh ! what a looking 

Eye ; it looked horrible ; 

It looked like rire. 

I gave him my hand, 

We parted, but he could 

Not speak. 
Alburton. Oh ! must I say it, my friend, 

This day I leave you for 

A foreign clime, and I wish 

That you could with me. 

Go and leave those behind — 

But here are my words, 

Farewell, my lord Alburton. 
Vascount. He this day in prison placed 

For speaking of his rights and of 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 3.9 

His own country, and show to the 
Lords how his nation had 
Been used, and he made this 
Wish Id the halls of legislation, 
That Ireland might be 
Free. They seized him 
And placed him in bondage 
For this. He rested confind 
In chains until his friends 
Made England tremble, and 
They threw the doors open, 
And when he came to the 
Bar to speak, he found none 
That dare oppose him. When 
He spoke, all before him 
Trembled ; the beasts of the woods. 
Where the noble lion to them 
Roars, all was silent as 
If the lyre of heaven had been 
Touched. O ! may he who 
Presides over empires, give 
Consent that this mighty 
Arm rise the sceptre and 
Make Britain bow as she 
Has made nations bow to her. 
What would be more amusing 
Than to hear her with cannons 
G^ing down to the pit. 
But if we render evil for 
Evil, it is nothing more 
Than what she deserves. 
Oh! let her fall ; she shall 
Fall, there is nothing that can 
Save her. You can see it 
Inscribed upon the golden 
Heavens. " England shall fall" 
She by her own works has 
Fetched the fire upon herself - 



40 - HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

And such weight will finish her. 

Not as soon as Ninevuh 

When Jonah made the declaration. 
Alburlon. What is the cause of England 

Committing that injustice 

Upon China. She had ro 

Cause, she had no honor. 

She never has shown honor 

Nor respect to nations. She 

Would never give quarter 

Only when she was forced to. 
Vascount. See how the Romans u^ed the 

Greeks; how insulting the Roman 

Counsellor spoke to them, 

Then turn to noble Britain, 

She is perfect to what Rome 

Was. 
Rechint. Virtuous, fair and noble form, 
Her eyes as brilliant as Mars, 

She moves with the dignity of 
Grecian goddess, and yet she is 
A British dame. I cannot 
Bear to hear you speak thus 
Of England. The ties of love 
Are as strong as Cleopatra's 
Was for Mark Anthony ; 
She would give her life 
Before she would see her 
Friend massacred. O never let 
Me ever more hear you speakj 
Thus of Biitain. 
Vascount. I did not intend to say 
Any thing but what is true, 
And lean prove it. I 
Will declare that I will 
Not retract one word. 
Pickins. Do you intend to insult me, 
So superior to .thee. And as 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 41 

You have taken the dignity 

To talk to lords, and I the 

Least of them all, if you 

Commence conversation again 

I will lay thee lifeless. 

Here you coward, inferior as you 

Are, beneath notice of a slave. 
Vascount. A lord. How did you come 

By this name. You know not 

Your letters; cannot write 

Your name. And yet you 

Call yourself a lord; a 

Nobleman from England ! 

You poor fool ! Go to your 

Glorious country and live under 

The lion, and never again come 

To America to boast of your 

Order. Go with the disgrace 

Upon yourself, as your 

Countrymen did when they 

Last fought and tried their 

Bravery. 
Pickins. She had respect for your country* 

She might this day had you 

In bondage. She has protected 

You. Without her assistance 

You could never have been. 

And this is sanctioned by 

All that is sacred and declared 

By all, that Britain alone 

Gave birth to this noble Republic. 

It is sign € d and sealed by him 

Who presides over your country. 



42 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

THE COUNSELLOR, 

O thou art a sage ; into the 
Co ms you do appear with great 
Dignity, and arise before the 
Ju y to proclaim your eloquence. 
An I yet you are dispised by 
Every one ; so mean, so inferior, 
Thit you do not deserve the name 
Of counsellor. I said that 
Yo i were a sage ; considered so 
On y by yourself. When you 
Ab oad do go, you would assume 
A dignity of some British lord. 
La ;t night I saw you wa!k through 
Th • classic halls, and the day 
When all around you was 
Silent, listening to the eloquence 
Of the orators of the day, you 
Ha 1 to arise amongst the 
Multitude in order to obtain 
Notice; you were at home, 
There was no more notice 
Taken of you than of a slave, 
And you bore the name of 
Stealing swine, and yet you boast 
Qf |>eing the noblest son of 
Mount Vernon. \ r ou are so 
High in your own estimation 
That you can ascribe your 
Name on the sacred cencave 
Heaven, and touch the sacred lyre 
And counsel with the gods. 
If this was true, what would 
Not God's noblest works say 
For counselling with such a man. 
But he in never counsel fell, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 43 

You would make the gods blush 
And hide their faces upon the 
Several altars to such a being 
Appear before them. He from the 
Sacred fountain sprung, but by 
Some cause he in the holy 
Water was tinctured by some 
Corruptible essense. But he is 
Nourished so long it is necessary 
To take every drop of blood 
And cleanse his heart, and from the 
Living spring of holiness give 
To him a new birth. He was 
The first of the church, and three 
Times a week he with the priest 
Had quarrelled, and on one Sabbath 
Morn he plucked the right eye 
From his bishop, because it 
Offended him and not the bishop ; 
And thus he misconstrued the 
Holy Writ. The Deacons to 
Him went, and asked him the cause 
Of this assault, if thine eye 
Offend, pluck it out. You 
Have quo'ed this wrong, it is 
"Thee-." If that is the case, I 
Will return the eye to this 
Bishop again. I drink wine 
Every Sabbath morn, and eat 
Of bread : and know why I 
Keep his commands, then 
I am sure that I shall 
Live and see heaven. 
O listen to this insane man, 
He pollutes the holy church of 
God, and yet is sure of eternal 
Salvation, and.'he says that he 
Holds counsel with him, and 



44 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Present an account, and if it is 

Questioned, and they will not receive 

Him in, I have a kingdom of 

My own and lord it myself. 

The streets are paved with gold, 

And the sacred fountain as 

Of Paradise, and those who come 

To me I will not do like 

Other lords, send them away 

To Tartarus. 



THE COQUET. 

She was courted 
By a young count, a 
Sage by name, but 
Not by letters and books; 

He practised law, she 
Thought he was a 
Man of fume. She after 
His hand did seek. 

But it was in vain foi her 
To obtain it at that time, 
Because he courted a 
Fairy darne of England. 

He then left this one 
On some unknown cause, 
And then he on this one did call 
And offered her his guilty hand. 

She then would not accept 
His hand, for lord Thompson, 
The wealthy one of Paris, 
Her company kept anon. 

He then could not return 
Unto former one, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 4 5 

He was too proud 
To bow to anjr. 

Lord Thompson her company 
Kept until he found 
Tne faults of his treacherous 
Goddess, he It ft her in sadness, . 

Then she wrote a letter to this 
Young counsellor, -if you now 
Will accept my hand 
I will to thee prove true. 

no, by the gods of Italy, ^ 
And long as angels sing, 
And Erebus wafts the blast of 
TartariuSj I'll ne'er accept. 

1 would once deprive 
Myself of comfort 

In order to gain your hand, 
But now I never will. 

May the blessings of heaven 
Fall upon you, as the gentle 
Dews upon (he meadow, or the 
R;iys of a summer sun. 

when she received my words 
She wept, she sighed ; I have 
Brought this fate upon myself, she cried, 

1 had rather die than live. 

my sacred guardian, 
If it had not been 
For Theogonus, 

1 this day were happ)\ 

But he proved treacherous ; 
Although I said I brought 
The fate upon myse'f, 
I ou^ht not to trust his word. 



46 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Gallenus and Aristotle, Theophrastus 

Ought to be reverenced 

To all coming time, 

And all their faults forgotten. 

# If their doctrines were 
Not all true, if 
Not all proven so to us, 
We must make allowance 
For the time they wrote. 
They were sincere in their doctrines, 
As much as Plato was in his, 
When he wrote of the soul of man. 
You may drink your 
Wine to Nacenus. 
And they will to Beldona, 
And honest Socrates as much as Plato. 
Plato's works are immortal 
As the Apochrapha is to man, 
But the church yet sustains, 
For they build upon hypothesis. 
O! let us drink and close the scene 
Of sporting upon the Holy Writ, 
For they will be as happy in their 
Way — in a lie as the truth. 
If they have a mind to believe 
That man has three souls, 
And believe that all will be saved, 
They are happy in that belief. 
And that man who believes 
That he will ride in a 
Golden chariot, and carried on 
The wings of angels in the skies. 
He is as sincere, and thinks his 
Doctr ne is as consistent, 
And if you try to reason, 
He will call you a fool, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 47 



And turn aside in disgust. 
And pointing to heaven, 
O there is a God that will 
Judge in coming time. 



MARRYING FOR WEALTH 

Oh 'tis better to have 

Love and union than to have 

Discord — although he can 

Abound in wealth, and obtain 

r lhe fairest hand of beauty. 

It is better to live poor 

And live happy with your love, 

Than to have ten thousands a year 

And be in torment. But there 

Are many that will sacrifice 

Their happiness for wealth 

Of a few pounds sterling. But 

I had rather see union 

And love sporting in the 

Dance, drinking the wine, 

If this can be obtained. 

Oh, what is more painful 

Than to see a lord war 

With his lady. 

Thus the doctor spoke 
And unto the fairest one 
Ever was seen to walk. 
She wept to hear him speak 
So affectionately. You must be 
True or very treacherous to gull 
Her. I will sacrifice my life 
To thee, my noble gooddess. 
If these words are not sincere 
Only this night accept my hand. 
Oh she put her hand to her 
Face and wept, sincerely, as he thought, 



48 KOUKS Of UElLECiJoN. 

She only did so to deceive him. 
Then she spoke of her character, 
He was blind to her faults, 
And thought her speeches true. 
But asVith all others, she 
Lied. But one night the 
Light to him appeared. He 
Plainly read the tale marked 
On her hear:, " traitor." 
Oh why can you speak thus, 
I have always^ proved sincere. 
. Oh do not leave me so. Let 
Us enjoy our souls. 
Arise and sport in the dance, 
I have all s to my command, 
Only accept my hand — I 
Will to thee give all my charms, 
Thus he could not withstand 
This — he fell into her open arms 
As she wiped the tear drop from 
Her eye, he laid his hand 
Upon her heart. May Heaven 
Witness this moment, and I 
Will swear to thee protect. 



A SKETCH. 

I saw thee in 

Her golden robes, 

And on her crown 

Rested a wreath of wisdom. 

Which by some 

Was thought to be 

Greater than Newton's, 

Or Demosthenes, or Socrates. 

His mouth was 

Like the one that 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 49 

Fed^the goose that 
Laid the golden egg. 
Manv obeyed for 
Fame, and let him 
There discern it was 
Obtained by sacrifice. 
Did I say sacrifice ? 
Yes, sacrifice yourself 
For you cannot sure 
Obtain it without. 



DISSIPATION. 

As Charles to the residence 
Of his friend ^called on 
Her, in rules she said 
As in all lengths and shapes. 
This Charles minded not 
But kindly received her 
He did not notice the 
Dirt that covered her dress. 
He saw"nothing but the hags 
Eyes meanwhile were following 
The wandering stream, through 
Valley and over the rocks. 
The Psalmist swept his hand 
Over his harp, and to 
His lip she placed a cup 
Kept none of sweeter taste. 
He thought she loved 
Him, until she from 
Her bosom drew a dirk. 
And spilled his heart's blood, 
Oh, she cried for mercy 
When she saw what 
She had done. Oh she could 
Not govern her temper. 
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50 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

She was the noblest 

That in Vernon ever wouldst 

I honor, not this treatment, 

Oh ! obtain your right by Heaven. 

She had around her whito 

Neck a golden chain 

Which he gave her for 

A token of his remembrance. 

He has fame and more 

This man admires his 

Cat more than his dame, 

And much a surly mastiff. 

She placed the chain in 

The hand which she 

Drew the dagger from 

And left in mirth. 

At first she was 

Amused, and then 

Solitude came. She 

Mistook the sorrows of lovers. 

From the foundation 

Of the world, distress never 

Has sprung from 

Following the laws of virtue. 

Charles swore by all 

That's sacred in Heaven, 

He loved his foul and 

Damned lust— she left him. 

Oh, why do many men 

Rush as fools, to spend 

Their time in the merry 

Song and the giddy dance. 

They are led by hands 

Of imagination to burst 

From the sacred bands of" 

Philos and become fools. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 51 

THE LIBERTINE, 

As a wolf heart 

On a innocent lamb, 

He did intend on 

Susan by affection. 

He to her appeared 

As if he had some 

Regard — little love 

For the friend he had named. 

Oh, he in sacred 

Words did declare, if 

8he left him, he 

Wculd weep — weep in vain. 

Like a devil from 

The vaults of hell, he 

Resembled which, he 

Saw her cheek in bashfulness. 

His eyes like a serpent 

On the prey sparkled ! 

Oh, he felt as if the blood 

In his veins would curdle. 

Oh at this excitement 

No contraction at the 

Dreadful crisis of the act. 

He fainted and fell. 

Oh yes, he fell so low 
He will never rise. 
Oh, we will weep, 
To see him weep ! 

Oh, if you forsake 

Me now, I cannot 

Oh I cannot live, 

My only trust and guide, 

Oh, I could not 
Self hurt weep. 



52 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

When I saw him 

lie wept for he had repented. 

Oh, she in him 

Had confidence, 

Placed for reason he 

First deserted her. 

He never as in song 

Was a man who had 

The smiles of Heaven, 

Found by the Angels. 

Oh, we read much from 

The deep old classic 

Poets who in the 

Infernal regions wandered. 

Oh, may the spirit 

Of Mar's and Neptune, 

And Jupiter, and Apollo 

And Minerva and Diana. 

As they flourished 

At the great battles of 

The Grecian days 

Be found again. 

Many temples raised 

To wisdom and honor 

Were destroyed, and 

Made a jubilee. 

He on his noble front 

Bore the noble 

Goddess, and left 

The index of fame, 

His name was 

Resounded on her 

Heart which is 

The place of affections. 

Oh, the horrid tale ! 

He left all alone 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 53 

Like sorest grief 

Him far away, she thought. 

He noble as the 

Fall of ancient Greece 

Died as his Susan 

Unto him appeared. 



A DREAM. 

! the crystal waters that 
Flow in (he wandering stream, 
Through the forest and o'er 
The rugged cliff — where I 

Have wandered and many a night have 

Strolled, and on whose banks 

Have laid me weary down 

And mused upon the lull 

Of falling waters, and the rays 

Of the midnight moon 

Would light my lone path. 

1 was alone ; no companion 
Except the howling wolf. I 
Passed the cots of savages, 
Who sought the blood of the 
Whites. Oh ! when I come 
In the sight of one, how 

Did I tremble. Then thinks 
I, what a coward ! Then 
I would be bourne upon 
The dancing waves, by the 
Tempests of destruction, 
Bourne without a friend, 
Without a farthing, I upon 
The polluted Euxine was 
Driven by the Powers of 
Darkness and the Prince of the 
Power of the air. But by 
The hand of smiling 



54 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Heaven, the tempest ceased, 
And around me the golden 
Chain of protection was thrown, 
And I was safe. 
Then next I returned to 
My native land, expecting 
To find friends, but they were 
Gone, all, all gone ! and 
Some to their rest, and some 
To distant climes. At first 
I sat in the old mansion 
Door reflecting, aud said I, 

what is my destiny, 

Am I to live this horrible life, 
Does not the gods of Justice 
And Benevolence preserve me 
As well as others, or am 

1 destined for the world of woe. 
O protect me in this hour ; 
Give me a cup of nourishment 
In this solitude — I feel as if 
My purest blood was running 
From my heart. I feel like 
Death. O give me nourishment. 

Let me drink at the fount of happiness?, 
Oh my protector, extend to me 
That cup whose draught is 
Joy; let me drink deeply, 
And let me never thirst again, 
And rise where I shall be happy. 



THE BATTLE . 

I saw many in 

Small groups, with 

Their spears raised. O they 

Waxed in ire — there was 

A stream of fire from spear 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 55 

To spear extended only, 
At last the sky looks 
Like a vault of fire 
In the realm of Erebus ! 
At last no one was 
Left to boast of their 
Success in war. Each 
One had a spear 
Resting in his heart ! 
All was silent. No 
Sounds were htard, no 
Prayers were offered for 
Salvation — there was no 
One there to offer them. 

horrible was the fight ! 

1 saw no luminations 
There — no one that had 
The mystery of him. 
They to cast out and make 
Him as a tiger to a helpless 
Child. Nothing could 
Please it more than < 
To sup in his blood. 

Each troop were fighting 

For their king. O her 

Hand. The king rushed 

His noble soldiers on, as he 

Hastened to his side 

The poor soldiers. Some 

To each king, and their gallant 

Ships stood waving their 

Flags of fire above their heads, 

And their hands extended 

Towards the blazing heavens, 

Asking of the gods of 

War assistance. There 

Were none given. 

Each came to equals, and 



56 HOURS OP REFLECTION. 

Beneath their feet they 
Trod iheir dying fellows 
And wept, and then cursed 
Their gods for their existence. 
He who will ask such 
An unjust assistance 
From his God ought to be 
Cursed ! Be no one 
Left to ask of his 
Own friends assistance 
That he may obtain from 
Others. O why do you, 
O fools ! ask that thing. 
Reason, if you ask an 
Explanation^ and if you 
Reason correctly, you 
Will find the answer, 
If not from that, you 
Cannot find correct 
Comprehension fools ! to 
The fountain from whence 
All streams spiing. 
Thus you must admit, 
That the God and the 
God of nature is the 
Author of all things. 
Not but one God, 
And that is the God 
Of spirit. He who 
Says he knows what 
This God is, is a fool ! 
You may call him the God 
Of nature, or the God 
Of the world, it is the same, 
Call no man an infidel 
Whose devotion is under 
Reason. O for heaven's sake 
Condemn a sectarian. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 57 

HOMOGINUS. 

O Homoginus, Americ the great, 

As he sailed on a tempestuous 

Sea, the briny wave rolling gently 

Beneath his feet. 

And the fiery steed obeyed the 

Rider, the tempter obeys 

His command, and the 

Infernal deities. 

O Homoginus the mighty, 

Arise from thy slumber ; 

Seize thy sceptre, and call forth 

Thy noble warriors to battle. 

For heaven's sake arouse, 

Spill the cursed Brilon's-blood. 

Will you suffer Ireland to be 

In abject slavery 1 O no ! 

O suffer death, Homoginous, 

Before you do it. She ought 

To be free. O, if God is just, 

Briton will tremble. 

He wept, he mourned to see, 

Ireland oppressed. to God 

Would I could free her 

From the British tyranny. 

O the afflicted fell, with 

The spear quivering in his heart. 

O horrible were his groans. O 

Would that I could save him ! 

No more his voice is heard 

On the hills. No more his 

Counsel is heard in war. O 

He is gone. O he is gone. 

Like the rugged hemlock, he 

Has stood the tempest, and 



53 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Now no more. His bones are 

Wiapt in clay, and zephyrs sing' his dirge, 

America was not the stage 

Where he acted. He was American, 

Of American principles. O 

For heaven's sake give me liberty. 

Can such a spirit die ? No ! 

It will live in America. 

If no where else. I think 

It lives in heaven. 

O ! as I visited the ruins of 

Carthage, i f . reminded me 

Of the fate of Hungianus, to 

See his ship sail in blood. 

O his goddess' lasses were 

Wafted by Zephyr on the polluted 

Blood. Her sparkling eyes were 

Covered with flowing gore. 

She fell when her father was 

Thrusting the sceptre at the foe. 

He had wielded the sceptre 

With terrible sway. 

Next came his uncle ; he 

Commanded the fleet upon 

The briny waters, many 

Visions were on the sea. 

His fame was known on 

The Euxine sea. There 

Were those that would 

Contend in battle with him. 

He was versed in the laws, 

He would look down on 

The inferior gods. To 

Converse they were amazed, 

His mighty arm, like the 

Golden chain of heaven, 



itOftftS OF REFLECTION 59 

Bound all thrones and 
Worlds harmonious. 
He sought to make man 
Happy with his mighty arm. 
He protected them and 
Learned them temperance. 
He was aroused by the midnight 
Tempest and the distant thunder. 
He awoke to the lightning 
Flashing in the concave heavens. 
He saw his fate inscribed, and 
Kead it. He trembled as he 
Looked to see those wods — that by 
The hand of the gods were written. 



ASTLETON COLLEGE. 

The preacher into his pulpit 

Went on the sacred day. 

O his fantastic language 

Was amusing to those that heard. 

He with dignity arose, 

With his hands extended 

Towards heaven, with his thrilling 

Words exclaiming— God save the sinner ! 

O ! a poor old man whose head 

" War: silvered o'er with age," hearin 

H ; s words, he wept and trembled 

In fear of his eternal doom. 

He counselled all to see if 

His soul was safe. The preacher told 

Them, you are commanded to 

Sustain the Church of God. 

This revived the old man, thinking 

His gold might save him. The 

Preacher told him your case is 

Sure if you pay me ten pounds sterling. 



60 HOURS OP REFLECTION. 

Some were amazed. Strange 

Performance was new to them. 

His trifling words they never 

Heard before. What eloquence! 

The noble goddess before him 

Sung songs to his praise, in 

The name of the Lord. Thus the 

Day was spent in worshiping. 

Angels looked up to them 

And wept. They in the golden bands 

Stand as reflectors of the laws 

Of the God they praised. 

O we are told that his spirit 

Comes in the fcrm of Charity. 

At first it dazzles the eyes 

Of every servant of heaven. 

She, with her high forehead and 

Cheek bones, her mouth open 

From ear to ear, her teeth 

Projected, filled the church with song, 

Her eyes like diamonds of 

First water, glistened. Her hair 

In graceful ringlets decked her 

Neck, as Zephyr waved them. 

By her side stood a dame 

Like a Gracian goddess all the 

Blushing clames stood at the head 

And filled the house with thunder. 



SACRILEGE. 

The lofty walls and 
Sacred alters were 
Destroyed by those who 
Were ambitious for fame. 
While the altars were 
Died with blood 



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HOURS OF REFLECTION. 61 

From the holy Iamb, 

And by human hands. 

If he did not consecrate 

The blood to his God, 

Once in seven days, 

He was condemned. 

And if they had a 

Son of sin to the Gods, 

And they would sacrifice 

Him, and deck the holy altars, 

They would say that this 

Is doing the will of God, 

For he was the son 

Of sin, and they sacrificed him, 

O, one in the age that 

Wise men spoke, this 

Does not please him, 

To see you shed his blood. 

For I can see the law written 

Where it is plain to be seen 
By mortal eye, 
Thou shalt not kill. 
He sincerely thought 
Because his priests told 
Him thus that he must 

Take the life of his son. 
Although he may think 

That the priest tells-him true 

And decreed by the Gods, 

All is not true. 

Oh, for Heaven's sake 

Oh, never be led estray, 

Look and see the superstitions 

Of olden times, 

Why then was it their duty 

To sacrifice an ox, 
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62 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Upon the holy altar 

For their salvation. 

And the perfumes thereof 

Were an odour to them, 

In the sacred temple, 

To the pleasure of the Gods. 



THE COUNT. 

He with his dame 
On the golden floor 
In the dance, he 
Received her. 
She was beautiful and fair, 
Thus, as he considers 
She was fate bore 
To the honor of Greece. 
Her imagination was great 
And it is said that she 
Had touched the lyre 
Of David — King of old. 
She wore around her white 
Marble neck 
Three pounds of gold 
And sweet perfume arose. 
On her visit to her 
Father, she with her 
To her Count, but he 
Did not please her father. 
Although he was wealthy 
He was awkward as 
A country plow boy — 
He could not converse. 
He was not versed in 
Literature. He asked for 
His consent — no sooner 
Had he done this than 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 63 

He was refused, and 

From her father's mansion 

Was driven— so he spoke 

As he forward went . 

You wretch ! you have 

Deceived me. It was 

By >our gold that 

Round you hung. 

He left upon her rosy cheek 

The index of his affection 

Towards her, and thence 

They together went. 

They upon the noble ship 

Together'stepped, and to Athens 

Went, against her father's 

W T ill she married him. 

When he heard of the news 

He forbid her his house, 

She answered his letter, 

I wish to never to see you » 

She affected the father 

All, all, my estate 

Is at your command, 

If you will come to me. 

No, I will not, I am 

The fairest lad in the world — 

You have forbid your mansion, 

And I will not return. 

I caruhave the pleasure 
Of visiting the lonely caves, 
And see the place where Orators 
Stood — You may die in solitude. 
I could see the wolves sup 
Your blood — you have abused 
Me, and by the Goddesses of virtue. 
I'll not forgive you. 



64 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

As she these words penned, 
His eyes did sparkle 
And her countenance sent 
Forth the expression true. 



, REFLECTIONS. 

Sound the instruments of joy, 

Oh, son of Egypt, make the slumbering 

Spirits awake, may the symbol of 

God be played by Angels in Heaven. 

Art thou surprised for God's repentance, 

Who created such a simple being 

As man, who was created after his 

Own image, he condemned it, O, heresy ! 

Condemned ! what^by God, when 

He after rested from his labor, 

Pronounced all things good — 

But never condemned and sent to hell. 

He after cutting and trying, like a 

Tailor, on a garment, could not 

Make man perfect stand. He 

Had to disperse all from the land. 

He with his mighty hand replenished 

The earth, and left man in despair, 

And condemned him lest 

He saw that he was naked, and blush. 

Man created to reason, and to 

Behold all things — to see good from 

Evil, reason to judge of them, and 

Then condemned for beholding things. 

Who repented, God or Man ? God 

Repented, and for consolation sent the. Deluge, 

Then Noah in his Ark did wander 

On the mighty main for days. 

Then after his return to Noah's people 

Said, I cannot be with you always. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 65 

Oh, how sad theyjlooked The tear-* burst 

From their eyes, when they had heard the tale. 

Forsaken by^God who created them, 

And conducted their father on the 

Mighty main, forsaken, Oh horrible ! 

Oh, better had they never been born ! 

Forsaken ! Oh, terrible is the thought, my 

Only friend has left me in a land 

Of strangers surrounded by all the • 

Beasts of prey, without a shield or protector. 

Can man, by his bad conduct, be 

Made a servant of servants, and for 

Many years bear the galling "yoke, 

And then join in the bands of joy. 

Remember that you have a 

Sacred God. If that is true, mind 

And please him. If you displease him 

It takes some time to calm his ire. 

All children of God — none of the 

Devils are commanded^to obey him. 

Commandments say you that belong to the 

Devil obey his laws — obey their master. 

Woman, second in creation, 

And doubly refined, and within 

Her God has framed 



Deceitfulness — with all his power. 
Oh, how could it be possible 
That'such a being could be 
Taken from man/ Moses 
Tells us so, thus we must believe. 
Thus, from" the" time of Adam, 
Until the present, we find 
Woman deceitful. By them 
Into Rome were introduced harlots. 
What greater curse could befall 
A nation — even adding tears and 



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66 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Griefs on man, until his 
Life and house are turned to hell. 
Oh horrible ! what, a woman 
Create a hell, such a lovely 
Creature as she, with her rosy cheeks 
And blooming breast, and marble neck. 
Her sparkling eyes, and her 
Goddess form. You would never 
Think she thought of sin. She in 
Her last car rode as cruel warriors. 
Thus into society they will come, 
And declare themselves virtuous, 
Some may be, and say a 
Connubial life adds to happiness. 
Then by their noble form and 
Deception, may lead away 
Some noble minds, who think, alas ! 
That they are as honest as themselves. 
Oh, when they discourse, their 
Mistake in the fancied good 
It is too late then to repent, 
And so in grief must spend their days. 
That makes many reckless, 
Even Poets resort to the cup. I 
Have seen this on eastern coasts, 
And western banks and vales. 
, Find a bride and bridegroom in] 
Harmony — you will find that 
They in youth did marry-- 
Otherwise he is a fool for doing it. 
Oh, I must say it. There are 
Some that do better in connubial 
Life, than to live single. May such 
Beings live in peace hereafter. 
I in my life but one whole 
Year taken together have seen 



HOUKS OP REFLECTION. §7 

That blessed couple, but what 

Did with each other quarrel. 

Oh, where I have seen one 

Made happy, by joining in the 

Bands of wedlock, I have seen ten 

Made miserable — disgracing society. 

O to heaven they could go 

Thankfully without a farthing. 

A family of ten they will 

Try to support. At last they starve. 

As I have been wandering on 

The dreary coasts of time, I have 

Seen a ship lost by leaving 

Port in a (empe8tuous storm. 

What is there more to be wished for 

Than a noble goddess, and what 

Is there that will hold to a man 

More than a noble hearted maid. 

And what is there that will make 

More misery throughout the 

World than a deceitful one, 

For they are authors of sin. 

She who is harmless in all things 

Will please fools ; for they think of 

Nothing more. If they should visit 

Some foreign shore, they would tremble, 

Some are taught in schools. 

If you think wrong 

You are condemned. As you 

Must repent of every thought. 

then abstain from every 

Flirtation with woman, she 

May be paid as many are, 

And yet fond of sin and deception. 

So heaven — she could have 

Been made pe H? :sri ciiffl&t 



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To man's happiness. We know 
Woman is as she was created. 
We do say that sin is the devil, or 
The devil is sin ; then we must say 
Woman is the devil for she is the 
Instigator of sin and corruption. 
A goddess, first one 1 know 
Of woman's race. She came, her 
Golden hair and blooming 
Breast, and her countenance too. 
And a lovely dame she was, 
They both were made ins me 
By some unknown cause; some 
Think on love and some on study. 
We think if such minds are 
So nervous to grasp what they desire, 
That love is a poison 
^And insanity is horrible. 
That raised to such extent to 
Fail, they form any books. 
Her head and her blooming 
Cheeks fade, and dim her sparkling eyes. 
She will possess all the force of 
Intreague and deception, 
And make the raging sea appear 
Smooth as a fool to his love. 
The cringing children and 
Tattered clothes. The sheriff with- 
His writ for debt. he thinks 
It adds to man's happiness ! 
Thus nature and nature's 
God seem to ask this together 
To please the devil — for woman 
Above all things must be pleased. 
Thus as a Lee with his continued 
Buzzing around a lion's ear may 



HOURS OF REFLECTION- 69 

Arouse him from his slumbers, 
So is the way with woman. 

when he is aroused by a 

Mere insect, he is saying, To think 
That such an insect awoke him 
From his slumbers when he was quiet. 

1 think no harm of virtuous 
Goddesses, but a deceitful one 
Adds hell to paradise, and 
Transformation is his fate, O man ! 
O ye who have traveled to the main 
For many years, will you not 
Consider with me, when your 
Mind's unbiased by prejudices* 



M A R Y . 

From the high and low 

Lands of Scotland to lovely 

Greece, to the sacred land of 

Ireland, no dame I adore as 

Much as Mary from the towering 

Mountains of Vermont. Into 

My arms she would kindly 'fall, 

O this is the dame I adore above all . 

Sing ye of.your goddesses of Greec© 

And Rome. None carried the 

Sparkling eyes as the dame I adore. 

Her words were music, it would 

Amaze thee, like the song of heaven, 

Her company was sought by sage and wise. 

And how they told of her deportment fair 

Of her kind heart and her sweet angel air. 

Her black hair in ringlets hung 

Profusely on her snowy neck, 

Her blooming breast and throbbing heart 

Made manifestations of love and sympathy! 



70 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Her slender arm was known 

To wield the sceptre of war — she ruled 

in the battle field, and by her vengeful hand 

Dealt death and terror through the hostile band. 

Adored by all that was noble in 

Wars. Angels blushed, stood back. 

Yes, they fell when they feared 

Mary the goddess was offended. 

The ranks were broken, and fiom 

Heaven they came tumbling afar, 

Arms on armor, like distant thunder ajar. 

Then heaven was silent until 

From the fright they had received 

Coming to their senses they 

One by one arose and looked around 

To find themselves from heaven, 

Driven with their artillery in 

Hell. All those scenes of horror to forego 

In that eternal world of helpless woe. 

They quicken the flames as well 

As being of different material. 

They answer the purposes thus designed 

Will not serve in all cases as witnesses 

1 don't say that Mary the goddess 

Did right in frightening Mar's angels. 

Oh light ! thus from the realm of day, 
Thou burst upon the world and darkness flies away. 

Not be Africa's, for their lips 

Were not swollen, unless it was 

Done when they fell. I have not 

Seen them since, but groans 

Are reaching thou judging heaven. 

It makes those that are there tremble, 

A chance if earth does not one day behold 

No hearts in mart, no sinew* bought and sold. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 71 

REDEMPTION. 

From the Holy Land, a land 
Many have been redeemed by 
Their own faith in this, and 
Have thus been saved. 
Touch thy harp to all the 
World, O Lord, if you can 
Save the people from that 
Place of dreadful woe. 
Whatever is thy destiny, 
But the creator hvredemption 
Will change it — if man 
Was designed for pain there's no abuse. 
O when man thinks that is 
His destiny. O ! horrible 
The blood curdles in his arteries 
This stops all resolution and life. 
Obey thy father which in 
Heaven, ye vain men, 
Whichjiave wandered from 
The truth of God and Saviour. 
By the power of Heaven we 
Have our existence and do 
Him we honor all the praises 
Which we enjoy, Father in Heaven. 
Thrust Atheists all away, O Lord ! 
Man must believe in thee 
For there is nothing else 
And nothing has existence but through thee. 
There is a cause in the matter. 
You cannot see it with a common 
Eye, this lone cause man into 
Existence without a cause. 
There is a cause, that first caused 
This matter to exist—as the 



73 HOUES OF REFLECTION, 

Electricity that exists in the 
Warring clouds of Heaven. 
Talk of mysteries — refer all to 
God, that you cannot account 
For, as the heathens did stop 
Woe plagues of God, as you think. 
Oh, fools, thou art who believe 
That u God as just God who 
Will curse his people, who do 
As he desired them to do. 
Oh, lovely Irishmen whose 
Blood flows in my veins, 
Oh, lovely Americans whose land 
Is my birth place. 
For fame shall we abandon 
All the sacred principles — will 
You believe in destinies 
Which is contrary to reason. 
Oh ! believe in true salvation if 
You will wandering on 
The river Styx for an 
Hundred years in hellish regie ns. 
O ye that are given over 
To hardness of heart by the 
Curse of love. I command 
You to turn to righteousness, 
There is the law of treason, 
And the law of Mount Sinai. 
If we transgress the law of 
The master we are dam'd. 
O Lord thou who wrought the 
Concave heavens and bade 
Merry — all the people ! 
Teach them reason. 
On the rugged mountains 
Of Vermont, and the high 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 73 

Peaks of Scotland, and 

The plains of Ireland, be his birth, 

Happy is the man whom the 
Smiles of heaven gently fall 
Upon, as the gentle dews of 
Heaven upon the valley. 



THE CONFESSION. 

! I have many years 
Sought for a mate. I have 
Never foiled one until I saw 
You, ihat satisfied my desire. 
Many I have seen who had 
Wealth enough, and all to my 
Command, if I would Jove 
Them and be their bride. 
Sages, poets and orators have 
Been my company for 

Many years ; with philosophers 

1 have conversed on matrimony. 
They did not suit my 

Fancy. O I could see the 
Index on their faces which 
, Toid me never to marry, J 
On your countenance I 
Saw the words which rea \ 
Union would make us t 

Happy, as those of heaven^ 
O may I be so bold, my 
Love, to ask you, can you 
See any virtue in me 
To take me for your bride. 
If you can, here is my hand* 
As true as the sacred 
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74 HOTTRS OF REFLECTION, 

Spirit of heaven. I love thee, O 
For heaven think of me now. 
O you diti tell me 
After my confession, 
You woald extend my 
Hand ; you kindly express* 
O you this solemn oath do- 
Wish to have me take, 
That I by the gods on you 
My offers do place for ever, 
This I will take if you 
My hand will accent, I 
Will prove true to you as 
Fond as you to me. 
Honest men keep virtuous 
Women — virtuous are found. 
Yours I will keep, or I will 
Give my life for sacrifice ! 
O do not break my 
Heart* On you I have 
Placed my affections. O thou 
Guileful man ? if thou art guilty of the crime 
O 1 if your fear is heard, and 
For this the fires from the vaults 
Of hell will not make 
You tremble at the sight. 
He gave his hand to the 
DamS — a happy couple they 
Were ; they accomplished their 
Great desire, and passed life away, 



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ANCIENT CITIES/ T 

May he who to different 
Climes roved amidst mined 
Cities and fallen empires, he 
Aroused from his slumbers, * 
O let him to Greece 
And Rome look and see 
Egypt once in a flourishing 
Condition and free institutions. 
O see how she is fallen ; 
We are told by some that 
The Ethiopians were the 
Fountains of old knowledge. 
If that is the case she 
Has fallen much, we ought 
Not to despise her for it. 
All nations are liable to fall- 
By their own nation, 
By invasion which becomes 
All nations, their own government, 
Left without succor to expire. 
Never wait until your 
Foes come before you prepare 
For defence. All now be prepared 
For wars — you will remain in peace. 
No nation will attest 
You, when they think they 
Cannot consider this is 
Evil what they obtain by invasion. 
Many to Greece from 
America's gales, as well 
Some from England, 
As we read of Lord Byron* 
It is necessary for him 
To travel to awaken 



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His imagination. See him 
Fast when he should dine. 
As you take the sacred 
Testimony of,the rosy 
Oheeks and the jovial hearts 
In which he plants the root of love. 
My son, believe by all 
That is sacred in heaven r 
Who has the heart of a Roman 
Strives for liberty and right. 
• Make the rich suffer— the lord 
.As well a?s the poor. Pardon 
Pirn, n,ot fewr his frauds,, or 
Ijfeiwy one by your judgment. 
"When he hears the song, he 
To his conclave goes ; one-third 
I wiligive„ if the other two 
Yeairs will get fur me again.. 
The conclave one-third takes. 
And makes sure of that, 
And at last he does not give- 
This case one-half of his money spent 
This is the recompense men 
Receive by law, all it is said 
Form- is made to give man 
His rights and protect him from injury. 
The ones that makes them and 
Advocates thern are the best protected, 
As every man for his own 
Interest works, to other's expense. 



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FAME. 

From Gods holy- 
Wine would in 
Paradise take your 
Cup of wine. 
And to him write 
Words that will be 
More amusing than 
Old Homer's song. 
In his breast all 
Virtues- rest, as in 
The vaults, the sacred 
Wine for Goddesses. 
Great Ceesar strive d 
For fame, and so do they 
Aim to obtain rich honors 
Which are happiness. 
As David the Great 
Fills their heaven with 
The word of God 
His land on eloquence. 
He with his cup 
Makes all his hearers 
Tremble as if the sky 
Shook by the hand of Heaven, 
He is as if a saving ordinance 
Had to quicken his 
Spirit to eloquence, while 
He arose in the sound. 
Flis words moved 
A land as stubble 
From the harvest. 
Spreading all around. 
He wept with loss 
Heavy as for a re r fts 



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To put her child' in 

The rash jaws of a tiger* 

O tis fearful io see 

One floating in 

The liquid sulphur of 

Styx for disebedience. 

O the poor fool in 

The pulpit said he 

Knew that there were 

More floating in despair. 

With all our mischievious men 

As the imperial minions 

Hankering for their prey, 

For feasting on honor. 

He could bear the 

Froward spirits of 

'ihe vaults of pain 

While he snuffed in the breeze. 

This he would do to 

Convert them, he 

In more dislike 

See what would be the creed. 

When he was directed 

To fulfil his destination 

His reply was, must 

Not tempt the Son of God. 

He was vain of 

Reason and guided by 

The lives of the ancients 

Founded on imagination. 

To hell ! he sent by words 

All those that 

Would not believe 

As he did and worship. 



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PLAGARISM. 

:The fame of Thales, 
Solon and Strabo, be 
By every one sung, 
Or their words read. 
Many Sages steal ! 
From the ancient 
Ones, and resound it 
As their own productions. 
From their noble words 
The true essence, and 
Culls this, or with an 
Infidel to destruction. 
He tries to blind the 
Peoples eyes, as a counsel 
His opponent, with 
His different pleas. 
O it is better for one 
To be well learned 
In what he tries 

To advocate against his opponent. 
No man yet ever 
Was too well read in 
Fame to meet his bold 
Opponent counsellor. 

Foi he forms not 
Stone, well may he 
Be read, in learning 
Slim, is he after alL 

O you poor and forsaken ., 
Till the vaults of heaven 
All must be sent 
And all eloquence to man. 
As Xerxes offered well 
For Fame let not 



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A man attempt 

To undo that motto. 

O let his neighbor 

Show what he is, 

If he discerns 

No people see him more. 

Like the rolling 

Waters, bring forth 

A worthy thought 

To the sages e}*e. 

Solon, who once 

In Greece did sit, 

Pleasing the Gods, 

And pleased in his turn. 



LORD HENRY, 

Lord Henry from Dublin 
Returned to see his 
Dame of Rome, Cordelus. 
He resided by her. 
Many days I met with 
Him, I did not know 
His desire which he had. 
For many years seen 
Her noble form and 
Sparkling eyes, alternately 
Shall entice his fond 
Applications to her love, 
O ! Lord Henry many 
Times wept to see his 
Condition; his fortune 
He has spent for dances. 
O. he said, give me solitude 
[n my life henceforth. 



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Experience has taught me 
All results are left to fame, 
On yesterday I saw a 
Lovely dame, her name 
Was Miss Genevra, 
She was abroad from Rome, 
And Henry by her side 
Sat, and visited for 
Hours, and praised her neauey 
And her cheeks so lovely. 
The rolling billows 
And the pealing thunder 
Are types of hell. The song 
Of heaven did not aiise. 
Her work excelled all. 
Miss Susan was good ; 
Her form, her birth, was 
Visited as a destroying prize, 
Lord Henry and Susan, 
With their praises, returned 
Home filled with w T ine, 
And sought out his dame. 
In the giddy d,ance 
They sported ; they turned the is 
Cups of wine to their pleasure,. 
For pastime, a game of whist. 
Galenus came to see his 
Dame ; she was much 
Perplexed when he saw 
Lord Henry with her in Paris. 

Galenus now sported when 
He spoke to Lord Henry, 
O you scornful, man, 
You I despise and hate, 

He from his field 



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Placed a dagger to Henry's heart, 

Think if he did as Galenus 

To pardon him — he forgave him. 

He might as well, for 

It was the last words 

He spoke. The blood from 

His heart was gushing forth. 

This astonished the people, 

To see Galenus— Lord Henry's 

Blood taken, and Susan and Genevra, 

You were the cause of his death. 

By your consenting to sport 

With him in the dangerous hour, 

Denying wine to his expense 

Made Galenus fall on him. 

You ought to have learned 

When Galenus was commanding, 

To have Lord Henry accepted, 

Or sent him home to his country. 

Alvira's rosy cheek faded, her 

Sparkling eye grew dim, 

Her affections broke — all was 

Solitude with Alvira and Galenus. 

No songs Alvira's harp senfc 
To amuse him, she could 
Not sport with him in 
The giddy dance after his death. 

Instead of winning a prize, 
As he thought when he 
Lord Henry's life took away, 
Himself in tli^pit of heil 

He dips his glittering sceptre 
!n the deathly poison which 
He from the Devil obtained, 
4nd swore all foes should die. 



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O thou fool ! fight for the 

Thiilling thought of love. Oh ! 

See lovely Alvira scorn 

Galenus, when her company did ask; 

O once her hand was free. 

And Galenus could go to all 

Amusements. You will fiud on the 

Rosy cheeks of some dame or goddess, 

It is plain foreman to see 

The vortex of death, when 

He has seen the trials of 

Others, as the light of morning stars, 

Man may stumble along 

In the dark and die happy, and 

Love at the same time 

Might have been a free traveller, 

O the poor man thought 

This was destiny — all was 

To remain in bondage, and 

By a woman be controled. 

O ye gods ! ye gods of Greece ? 

These words are as true as 

Those wrote on the Mount, 

Woman was formed to deceive man. 

O I had rather rule the 
Infernal Gulf, than 
To stand and hear the thuDderings 
Of a woman where I wish quiet. 

O Galenus died unseasonable ; 
He tumbled, and his eye looked like 
Fire. I thought by his actions the 
Dagger was in his heart when he groaned, 

O ! he replied, my troubles was 
Caused by a deceitful goddess. 
She has led me, I sought for peace, 
In torment I awoke. 



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DEAR FRIEND G— , M. D. 

To thee I invoke my solemn 

Prayer — to thee, O friend C =, 

I swear, to all that is sacred 

Reason is my religion. 

Long time it has been the 

First time, I into your door 

Entered, a pilgrim, at the age 

Of fourteen, and without money. 

Over the hills that you can 

See I have wandered happy ; 

I was, yes happier than I am 

Now, with my wine. 

I hold to all that is sacred 

And pure, worship one God, 

Hold to no sect/ 

None, and treat all with respect. 

Can you find a better creed 

Than this, i honor thee, you 

Looked on me with scorn Wheri 

I wandered over your hills . 

You thought I was obliged 

To do it. I was born a freeman, 

In my arteries flows the pure 

Blood of an Irishman, never humble. 

Thee I hono •, O friend C ! 

From your land I received 
My patrimony, into a 
Distant land I went. 
Ah, among strangers 
Found friends, both are 
There among my own 
Acquaintances and relations, 
From my father's temple 



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I wandered, O I thought 
Could see his lovely locks no 
Where, he is gone, gone to his home, 

when you took me 
In, your countenance 
Reminds me of my 
Free and sacred Father. 

1 have found a better 
Friend in the roving 
Wolf than I have with 

Many relations and pampered priests. 
O may you when I am 
Gone, think how I 
Over your hills after 
Your flock did rove. 

the happy hours I have 
Spent in your mansion 

1 thought, not then that 
Since I might see no rest. 
O for heaven ! hold all 
Things sacred, that from 
God descended, as I have 
Said there is but one God. 
You worship him, 

He in Heaven will 
Take some, we know 
There is a first cause. 
For the Gods of nature 
We do go, that is as 
Far as our imagination 
Or reason will aspire. 
Gods of Eloquence, 
To him who is the 
Author of all, strange, 
Divine and amazing. 
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86 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

O friend C -, die 

For fame — ye who as 
Medicine for atheists, 
As long as you live. 
Wealth is spent by your 
Posterity, you are cursed 
For not leaving more, 
O strive for fame ye Gods. 
You have often times told 
Me your every door 
Was open to me, I 
Wept when I left your house* 
O think of the immortal 
Homer, think not he 
Had to endure more 
if the Gods would ensure him. 
We are told from deeds 
That old Homer did so 
To Nestor's laws and 
Homer's fame in Greece. 
O from whence did all 
Things spring, to what 
God have we to 
Answer for our sins. 

From our laws 
All things spring 
And to that law who 
Can avert the result. 

As long as the laws of 
The place discord, and 
The rules spurn all things 
Will sink away in gloom. 

O spurn slavery or die ; 
On this honor kings 
And heros have 



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Done it live forever. 
One scar or a hundred, 
Your life is nothing to 
That, when here we 
Rise as Demsthenes- 

the fountain of all 
Knowledge is medicine 
Tho' Physicians have bufTed 
The storm of all iafamy. 

1 wish not to say 

A word against the 

Sects of religion, it is a knell 

For the world we live in. 

You know my honor ! 

Then has no science 

Been advanced from the 

Real poets in our land. 

Her words I write 

In my own blood ; if 

It were not for th e physician, 

The world would have been in the same. 

O the blood from my veins 

Freely flows, to bestow honor 

On the Physician. It is 

Not required by the world. 

O go to the physician for 

Reason— can you lead them 

Away— he feels imagination 

Was the great Physician of Greece. 

May the land boast of 

His wisdom. The orator 

Of his talents at the 

Head stands the Lancet. 

From your arteries tha 
Blood is taken, which 



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Saves your lives which canst 
Become by learned orators. 
O, ye slumbering souls 
Arouse ! see what perfection 
Around you lies, but 
Heaven ! and man distress, 
From whence did it 
Flow, whence is the 
Fountain of to origin, 
O ye Gods of Italy. 
O will you be guilty 
Of taking man from 
The sacred throne of 
Heaven to the jubilee of hell, 
O if this your character, 
In blood I give my name. 

J H , ye Gods of 

Virtue against them contend, 

I have not wealth, 
Although [ for you worked 
For my bread, when 

1 was a pilgrim in my youth, 
Three times to you have I 
Wrote, with my hands 
Wet in blood of my own 
Arteries, to your hand. 

In summer I left you the 
Agony that you manifested, 
Exceed all I ever saw, it would 
Have made a surgeon tremble, 

O die for honor ! live 
With the gods of medicine, 
O let your name be 
Rehearsed by coming times, 

Wealth is not worth 



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Striving for — some are 
Happy as the swine 
With its fill from day to day, 
Others are happy without 
A farthing, sporting in the 
Gdidy dance on credit, 
N'er expecting to pay. 
Said George the name 
Is to grow familiar, 
The same as the 
People of ancient Rome. 
O now to me my 
Fatherings pay, as I hear 
Another man has 
Waited for my money. 



DECEIT. 

Her fame was by the Gods 

Sung. If she had not been 

A sacred goddess 

They would not have sung her praise. 

She at first bore the resemblance 

Of a perfect beauty ; she was 

Adored by the noble 

Ones of her own land. 

When she in the halls of 

Amusement did sit, she 

Used all the fell deception, 

She could with art and practice. 

This I know — no one 

Is as good a teacher as 

The one who has experience ; 

This lesson I have for him. 

O, said I, yet of Poets, 

Of your goddesses — of us 



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And Rome that thus 

Had come those of Ireland. 

She forsook one to 

Obtain another, which 

She lost, both because 

The first one she did see. 

She wept — she sobbed, and 

From her rosy cheeks did 

Wipe the tear. Would to God 

That I could see him again. 

And he loved her, 

For he thought she 

Was true. He learned 

She was deceptive, like the rest. 

O I warn you this day, 

To no one place your affections 

So firm, but what you 

Can move them if you like. 

The fortune which I 

Have spent for them, 

If I had it now 

Should not be squandered now. 

Although the rosy cheek 

And the sparkling eye 

And the beautiful form 

Are that which will entice. 



LORD BULL. 

Lord Bull from 
Augusta did come 
In state, as great as 
Octavus to Carthage. 
In full cellars he 
Said at the same 
Time the sheriff come 



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To take Lord Bull with a writ. 

Once he was honored 

By the gods of heaven, but 

Now condemed by his 

Own fate he had fell. 

When he into the 

Court did come, all 

The counsellors who were 

To oppose him would tremble. 

He by his conversing so 

Freely with Mr. Brandy, 

Fools from him all his 

Money, took and left him in the ditch. 

But Bull left his own 

Will, and took refuge 

With one who is to be 

Despised by every good citizen. 

He dwelt in a house 

Built of stone, it might have 

Been changed into a 

Prison, it would answer. 

His own children despise 

Him, they would not 
. Give him bread when he 

Was hungry and thirsty. 

His disposition bore resemblance 

To his name. No christian 

Durst make his religion 

Known to the Pagans or Turks. 

He carried as a Phycian King ; 

She followed him, for she thought 

Much of his name. She would 

Transform to his liking. 

Her looks at Lord Bull had 

The effect of the bite of a viper, 

Both of them would make 

Him tremble and grow sick. 



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MISFORTUNE, 

O morun not at your 

Misfortunes, many Gods 

From Elysian to Tartarus 

Have been hurled for bad conduct. 

Be not frightened when you 

Stand on the virge of destruction, 

And behind you look and see 

The waves of grief, which you have past # 

The rolling of the thunder 

Of Heaven, and the electricity 

Of the skies make the earth tremble 

Under your feet, and give not up ! 

As you on the verge of death 

Stand, you can see the Goddesses of 

Hell sailing on the liquid sulphur, 

And singing their songs of woe. 

Although you stand on the fierge 

Of death, if you have a vrm hold 

Above fear not, renounce the Devil, 

Hell cannot pull you from it. 

Juno was worshipped by 

Many who must be considered 

Pagans, worship the true God, 

No one has right to worship ought else, 

The people have been deluded long, 

Will you who possess reason 

Worship man as God ? 

One would think better things. 

If the world was at peace 

When God came into the 

World to save man, we can 

See a great contempt on his cause. 

When church and state are 

Connected, you must expect on 

Both parts rebellion— each one 



HOTTSS OF REFLECTION. 93 

Will strive to obtain dominion. 
Where strong powers exist 
Harmoniously separate. O never 
Combine them, as there is a power, the 
Matter you can see it when combined. 



ON A POET, 
O would to God ! that I could 
Speak of this man with 
Great respect. He has wrote 
For himself, which you might 
See the title page, " Thoughts of 
Musing." This might be those that 
Think more of love than of 
Their books ; for I am as sure 
That those who think much of 
That cannot of books. 
O when he was fifteen 
He thought he knew more 
Than those who had far 
Mare. One thinks he did of love, 
For he was about to fall into 
The company of every dame he 
Could see. His face was dark 
With hair ; his eyes were small ; 
According to phrenology 
His language must be small, 
His forehead was low and reason 
Small, O what a dangerous 
Man. The fleece from his face 
Might have fetched a pound. 
He wrote a work, called by 
Some to be a specimen of love, 
And others say, if that is love, 
For heaven's sake deliver me from it» 
Or stop that poet's aong, he 
Will turn all sane youth 



94, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

To love-sick fools ! Horrible to 
See a man insane on love. 
No virtuous woman darest 
Walk the streets. this is 
Withering more than religion has 
Done ; but see the contrast. One 
Is in a good cause, and 
The other is folly. O some think 
They cannot come it in rhyme without 
They are in love. I should 
Think this was the case when he 
Wrote to his comrades. O love by 
You must enjoy yourself 
When you received him 
Into your company. O muse ! 
O ye gods and goddesses pass ! 
. And see therein. The lyric songs 
Of God's holy harp would not 
Arouse them. Oh no ; you couM 
Thrust the glittering steel into 
His head before he would turn. 
No gods are called for his. 
Counsel, but the devils 
Up from the lake to see what 
He is doing. O they exult . 4 
You are writing for the sons of musing • 
If they will amuse all they 
Undoubtedly will buy one, 
For that is what he wrote for ; 
He wrote not for honor, as Byron, 
Who ought to have written to please 
All. O who can you find 
That likes such love or 
Love-sick poetry. Ifr is 
Not destined for men to 
Read, but for the gods and 
Goddesses., rather those above 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 95 

Than those below, for that 
Is when if it don't go, you would 
Think to hear him talk of 
Hell, the worst place that 
Can be found ; but if he 
Gets his company and makes 
Wars, he will wish he was there, 



ON A NOBLE, 

O ! the sire of Minerva 
Was a noble man. He 
Desired to raise something great 
To make a goddess or a queen. 
Thus a lord of a noble 
Family paid his addresses 
To Minerva; thus in the 
Connubial state she fell. 
Her golden hair hung in ringlets 
On her neck. Her blooming 
Breast did the lord rejoice. 
O what a goddess fell into 
My companionship. Her lovely 
Eyes and marble neck surpassed 
All the dames. Thus beauty and 
Intelligence were all contained. 
She was so ambitious to 
Dethrone kings. O she could 
Until she past the wedlock. 
O lament, lament what has 
Happened to this goddess, she 
Has fallen from the high etherial 
Throne of heaven, to trie 
Realms of darkness. 
What companions, once in 
Paradise, then in hell, 
Carrying her helmet of battle rage, 
O after his long- suffering 



96 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

She was pardoned out, and 
Returned to her lord. 
Her ambition was all gone, 
When she did like to be 
Decked with silver and gold '■ 
And the richest apparel. 
She shunned her old companions, 
And so slip shod them in the 
Street, instead of meeting them 
Like friends with a smile. 
He thought of many things 
To please her ; he visited 
Greece and Rome with her; 
Instead of curing her it 
Made her worse to see 
Lovely Greece. O for her 
To reflect to see what Greece 
Once was; it was like 
Herself, in ruins. O God of 
Heaven, she said, O tell me 
What is the cause of the 
Downfall of noble Greece. 
She stood for a moment and 
Then burst into a rage, 
As if she was in battle 
Field in full glory, and 
Then her spirit went to her 
God. Her last words were, 
O may my soul be saved. 
O you that think you would 
Be happy by getting a partner 
May b© made^miserable, not 
To have the fortune to obtain 
A goddess, whose eyes would 
Dazzle the eagle, as they clash, 
Which the sun cannot. 
O what powerful brilliancy 



HOURS OF REFLECTION St 

vShe carried. You on both 
Parts think you ore to obtain 
To the same perfections. 
O you may think she has 
The same perfection, and do the 
Same. This is the rule, 
The deception. Soon as the 
Wedding ring is given, the 
Rich robes and glittering gold 
Laid aside, she as 
She rises, instead of dressing 
In her rich robe, she goes 
From morning till night 
Slip-shod. O the contrast I 

ON THE DEATH OF A GODDESR 

O horrible I horrible ! I saw 
A goddess die ! The fates 
Shrink as she faints, 
Falls and is gone ! O heaven I 
The heart throbs, as if it 
Would break from the 
Thorax. O the agony ! Her 
Flesh was crisping on the embers. 
She raged, she became insane, 
She raised her hands to her 
Head, and from it tore the 
Raven locks, like glittering gilt, 
No more can zephyrs spread 
Them on her marble neck, 
Now by the tempestuous winds 
They are wafted on the main, 
O see here her body has been 
Pierced with glittering spears, and there 
Her side has bled in torrents, 
And from her head the hair has fallen, 
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98 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

O weep ye thnt have sympathy ; 

O weep for heaven's sake. Two 

Lovely children fell lifeless by 

Their mother's side as they were weeping. 

O ! ! there lies a lovely 

Mother and two harmless 

Children. O how can you but 

Weep! It is enough to make a savage. 

O ! O ! my life, she said, 

What is the cause of my suffering ; 

What have I done to fetch all 

This affliction on me. 

She wept for a moment, O 

Great everlasting Benefactor, not 

One unjust deed — preserve 

My children. She murmured. 

Be then true to your God, 

Not try to serve God and 

The devil, and cheat both 

By chance may go below. 

There are many that can 

Desire, but they cannot desire 

God or the devil. O listen to 

Their groans when they are raging. 

O horrible ! it makes a 

Man tremble, it fills his 

Soul with desolation, and the 

Grating of their teeth is awful. 



H0UR3 OF REFLECTION. 

AN ABOLITION PREACHER. 

He in God's holy temple 
Which is on its base seventy- 
Seven by thirty, and twelve 
Feet posts, with no ornament. 
But there were ornaments in 
The pulpit ; his red face was 
Twisted with his head, 
And his mouth was spread 
From ear and ear. 
He stood in a triangular position, 
First on one hand and next on the other ; 
His hands were grasped tight on 
His thorax, only when he 
Was reading his books. 
His eye 5 ?, like sheeps, did glisten, 
His gestures were with his red face, 
It looked like a ball of fire, or rays 
Of the sun, dazzling his hearer's eyes* 
O to hear him talk of this 
Sinful land. what a wretched 
Class the Americans are, you 
Would thmk he was an Apostle. 
horrible ! can a man like 
Him rise and say he is chosen to preach. 
O if God noticed him, he blasted 
Him, and threw him to the dust, 
He thought there was no 
Church right but his, all 
The rest were going to hell. 
Guilty mind makes one tremble,. 
O the perfumes that would 
Rise from a strong one, would 
Not be very desirable to those.. 
That did not belong to their sect, 



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It is true man can accustom 
Himself to many things. Even 
To live for days breathing 
Liquid ether. painful ! 
With his whining voice and 
Eloquence he closed the worship, 
And left the people in the dark 
Both mental and material. 
fie thought the church was 
In hell, except his own. I think 
That he was on the road, going 
With lightning speed, 
He talked much of war ; 
I did not see any of the devils 
Fall In battle ; they now remain 
In peace, for fear of rousing heaven. 
A lion in his slumber is 
Quiet, but when aroused, all 
The beasts tremble at his 
Thundering- o'er the earth. 
But instead of the poor abolitionist 
Thundering, he only whined ; and 
Instead of the people trembling, 
They were very much ashamed. • 



TO A FRIEND. 

Emmanuel in heaven lived. 
From heaven fire was stolen 
To set on flames the sulphur 
In hell, to punish the sinner. 
Hannah, my love of the 
, East, O once may I come 
Into thy company. O 
The raging tempest separates us. 
The spiiit of God manifest 
T$ me, and his fame in 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 101 

Raising the dead ; I saw the 
Burning bush whirling over the sea. 
The people of the olden world 
Would have died willingly to have 
Soen him. that I 
Could see my Italian dame ! 
would that I could break 
Offthe sympathies that exist 
Between her and me. O it is 
Impossible as to change our nature. 
There is nothing like a true 
Hearted dame ; I have seen 
Many that are described. 
Give me my Italian of the East. 
O the happiest hours I ever spent 
Were in Paris, with a French 
Dame. What a deceitful goddess ; 
Those of that land will so sport and sing. 
O Hannah, reflect for a moment. 
O if there is a person in the world 
That I love> it is thee love. I 
Know nothing of thee. let me go as- 
free as the wind. 



THE WISH. 

to heaven that I could 

See you again once more, 

And enjoy thy presence, and 

Kiss thy rosy cheek and cherry lips. 

As Jupiter sparkles, it reminds 

Me of your eyes. Your countenance 

Is an index to your mind, which 

Says you are an affectionate dame. 

As I am roving over the 

Green mountains, it reminds 



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Me of our last meeting 

In the forest over yonder hill, 

O ye gods and goddess see 

Of heaven. O you might 

Rejoice that you are in the 

Happiness that I am at this moment. 

O think of the last time you 

Were in my presence, did 

You not think of happiness 

When on my thorax you rested your he: 

O as we were walking to the 

North, on Monday, when you 

Kindly spoke to me, 

And told of W — 's marriage. 

Q* heaven ! you exclaimed, what 

Misery that dame is fetching on 

Herself. O would to God ihat all 

Might remain single— it is their nalii*"* 

when I saw what had 
Happened on the dame, it made 
Me shudder ; those eyes 

That sparkled are now blood shot. 
Horrible ! O would she might 
Be free again, relieved from 
This monster's hands, to make 
A better choice for a companion. 
As long as I have been wandering 
On the tempestuous sea, I never 
Have met with a dame that 

1 honor as much asl do thee. 
I would suffer my heart to be 
Taken from my thorax, and my 
Soul to float in fire, before I 
Would see thee suffer in my cause. 
O when I am by my table at 
Midnight hour, I often think, 



SOURS OF REFLECTION. 103 

Oh the time which I have 

Spent with the dames of the West. 

to heaven that I were where 

1 saw those gods with the goddesses 
Sing, at the time we last saw 

The conubial bonds made fast. 

O her blooming breast and rosy cheeks 

Made me regret his happiness. All 

Is vanity to them who think 

Of heaven. Give us happiness in heaven. 



THEODORASMETRII 

Home on her seven hills, near- 

Erestes, had temple spires reaching 

To heaven ; within the altars 

Were all gored with human blood. 

Plato's false doctrines are sustained * 

In Athens as well as in Rome. 

Infants have been sacrificed 

To the gods, all owing to their 

Belief in religion. 

When religion and law 

Were blended together, Athens 

Was prosperous to a certain extent. 

Until sectarianism ruined her. 

This law was made by the priest 

And first on the people, saying, 

It is the will of the gods. 

It is in the cause of 

Religion. See what proselytes has done. 

As Theodoras was wandering 

The streets of old Rome, Cass 

By chance espied her, before 

She passed into the basky vale. 

He with his fierce desire pursued 

Her ; near the threshhold she 



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Stopped, as he was walking 

Past, for he saw her beauteows face, 

Her fairy outline and her queenly grace. 



HARM ON. 

The mansion looks desolate, 
She looked sad, she had on her 
Morning robe prepared for the 
Domestic duties of the household. 
You may be amazed by * 
The eloquence of an orator, or 
The reasoning of a Philosopher 
Or the songs of a noble goddess. 
Harmon once loved her 
She thought he would 
As long as they lived in 
The connubial state of felicity, 
O I had rather die than 
Live in the condition I now 
Am in. The iron hand of hell 
On me rests. O deliver me f 
Harmon was a noble mah, 
With him I have taken many 
Cups of wine, and to 
Her health he always drank. 
Oft times I have heard him in 
Rage, curse and say a 
Woman is a deceitful 
Being. O I honor my dame. 
Her noble mansion was 
Provided with beauties 
Her parks were filled with 
All sporting animals. 
Her sporting horse was at 
Her command. Servants 
Were to her bidding. 



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And songs to her amusement . 
O can you with justice 
Condemn Harmon. O reflect, 
£ee what he did for Frances, 
His fortune spent to amuse her„ 
O disguise them not, for thus 
We in this world live truly, 
All for amusement, this 
Be their path to the grave. 
If you wish to defame 
The Gods, O let Homer 
Be with Frances in bearing, 
And honor them for their choice* 
Frances to his mansion 
Went, and Harmon roving 
Went, instead of both loving 
In happiness., they died miserable. 



MARGARET. 

A Goddess by the name of 
Margaret, with her sceptre in her 
Hand, appeared on the golden 
Deck of a golden ship. 
Her eyes sparkled as she looked 
On many, and when 
She saw her foes advancing 
She stood firm in her attempt. 
She rested on her heart 
The end of her sceptre, all her 
Foes before cause, but two 
Fell— the robust give back ground. 
When she sounded her 
Trumpet all her soldiers 
Appeared from the hills, and 
Throw at her ship to the command* 



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Stewart worshipped his dame, Frances v 
He as Bacchus the son of Purpite. 
Was by the Romans in drinking 
Wine to his health from the golden cup. 
O to his misfortune he 
Is not as immortal as Bacchus, 
Although he could drink as much 
Wine. This raised his fame at home. 
He thinks every one fools 
The same reason a man thinks 
Every one drunk, when he sees 
Them through drunken eyes. 
O it makes the blood boil 
In my arteries, to see your 
Insignificant countenance. 

hide that face from me. 

1 should not at this 
Time seek a remedy, that 
You may well need, but 
When will you repent. 

I despise a man who 
Has not independence, > 
Such has the blood of an Irishman 
Or American. 

1 honor all who strive 
For some noble end, 
Will you bow to man, 
And become a slave ? 
Into my presence 
Come two noble dames, 
To see neat they received 

The fame that their forefather's gave. 

One carried the sparkling 

Eye and the other the 

Rosy cheek, and they felt proud of 

The fame their forefather's gave. 



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We expect to have from 
The strongest power 
The Goddesses and Dames 
For beauty and men for power. 



When I entered my ■ 

Cave it was cold as 

Death, it made me 

Tremble as I reflected. 

Cold as a Dame's heart 

After her sister has 

Left her, O she could 

Smile to see him chagrined. 

O this is their disposition 

When you find one 

That is forsaken. They 

Will not let it pass in harmony. 

He who respects not the 

Opposite sex, spends his 

Time in wretchedness, 

A lonely child of grief. 

He who will spend 

All his time with j 

Them in song or the 

Giddy dance, is a fool 

You often impart more 

Knowledge than you 

Obtain. You will find 

Some intelligent Dames. 

they had rather sport 

In the giddy dance, 

And talk of Mars and 

Jupiter, as they view the Heavens. 

She into my cave ' 

Came — and I at 

First scanned her 



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Looks so fair and bright. 
Her blooming bosom 
Told me she might 
Ask protection of me, 
Tears had dimmed her eye. 
All things appeared now 
Fled the best of it, 
At last the infidel had 
No chance by reason. 
O immortal Socrates 
Arise and let thy wisdom 
Shine abroad to the world 
And felon Christendom; 
All whe forsakes his" 
Dame is like the sea 
By the tempest raised. 
Or a sage insulted. 
O make the might and 
The raging storm the winds ; 
And the thunder speak 
To the lofty Heavens* 
So may the rocks and 
Barren plains resound- 
When he cries of the 
Wretched forsaken one, 
Any doctrine that is 
Founded upon religion 
Is the work of Heaven, 
The great first founder. 
The laws are, ere they 
Are broken— good, and they 
Came into being strong 
And were by god created. 



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THE HORRORS. 

this night 

1 have lain in 
Solitude, and thought 
Of the reasoning of 
Sages. Oh why is it 
All do strain to be 
Seen and see all their 
Own works flourish. 
Others they condemn 
And call them fouls, 
Which is as true of 
Themse'ves. The gods 
And their hell and 

S wen heavens, all 
Has fooled them. 
Who would coincide) 
With them in. their 
Philosophy ? O give me 
Nom in preference to such 
A philosopher. O it is 
Right that the Jews 
Are sent to distant climes. 



ONBRUTUS. 

O Brutus ! thou art a God of War ; 

Thy mighty arm has done 

Deeds of greatness, and thy service 

Was what made Rome happy. 

Thy noble forehead and gigantic mind 

And thy piercing eyes and shaggy 

Brows — all these show that 

Thou was for war and valor. 

Thou hadst rather make Rome 
Miserable for the sake of obtaining 
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Honor, than to make it free 
And fail to obtain a throne. 

Brutus ! if thou hadst beer? 
Virtuous as a Washington, thou 
Then might have been glorious. 
Thou deserve condemnation from devils. 

Thou wast ambitious — far too mnch 
For thy own good ; Uke Bonaparte, 
That had he not been hasty,. 
Might have conquered Britain*- 

Ambition often ruins statesmen 
And warriors. This is what 
Vanquished Brutus, and made 
Eternal Eome most miserable. 

Ambition, the loss of that and hh 
Friend,- and he saw he could not 
Conquer Rome and obtain the 
Throne. He fell a sad victim. 

It is hard to say that of 
Brutus. But if Brutus deserves \i ? 
Brutus deserves it as muchv For 
Both made the rich as miserable, 

1 honor an ambitious man 
As I honor truth and virtue, 
But Brutus was ambitious, but 

Had a noble form and a corrupt heart, 

O Brutus was a noble man, he 
Feared not death more than a brute. 
He in his glory was visited by 
The eternal spirits of the earth. 

He had rathe? hold his arm in 
The flaming fire, and see the flesh 
Fall from his bones, and his nexve 
Contract with the fever of death. 



HOTJSS OF REFLECTION, III 

If I could weep for any one, it 
Would be for noble Brutus," 
Although he was corrupt in heart, 
I will honor him for his brave soul. 



ARMON KEPI. 

Armon was like the rising sun 

To the Egyptians, who gave them 

Their light, and as a god 

Was bowed down to and worshipped. 

His mighty mind and his gigantic 

Arm have done great deeds. 

He could traverse the heavens and 

Earth and survey the boundless sea. 

He suffered three fiiars to burn, 

And told them if they did not 

Obey the rules and laws they would be 

Sent to an-eternal destiny. most horrible* 

In battle he was never excelled. 

He has made kings bear him 

Who had warriors and had treasures ; 

He fought for victory and for his kingdom* 

He when obtained for ever reformed 

The laws of the government, both the 

Law3 of religion and morals, and 

Justice, he said 5 should triumph. 

He fought for the benefit of his 

Nation, not for his own gratification* 

In all his battles the divine 

Spirit assisted him to victory. 

He contended against those 

That were mightier than himself; 

He had rather die in battle, fighting 

For freedom, than to live a slave, 

He himself was a host, He 



112 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Had, like Cassar, courage, and 

Fear he knew nothing of. It 

Would have been bitter to have taught 

him this. 
His noble form and his 
Sparkling eyes and his smiling 
Countenance, shady brow 
And his strong muscular arm looked well. 
He has many battles won, unrl 
Lost none. His own nation thought 
Birn a god. His bright eyed daughter 
Was worshipped as a goddess. 
Long before Moses he labored 
For his nation ; he was 
The wisest of his kingdom, 
And cou-d interpret dreams 
The masteries of earth were 
All in the shade, until the 
Sage came to interpret them 
And mike them p'ain as day. 
When he had passed away 
And had died and gone, 
Then Moses came and assumed 
The king of the Egyptians. 
Moses, to establish his own fame 
Burnt ail before him, then 
Wrote whatever came to hti 
Mind from the midst of Heaven. 
Moses tells us of many 
Tilings ; one of creation, 
And then of man and woman, 
How she was taken from his side. 

This is what Moses tells us, 
Man slept until all this was 
Done. AM this attests that he 
Must have been skilled in sure-'"-' 



HOURS OF REFLECTION,, I 13 

The Gl-jd of heiven histh e 
Power to select whom he has 
A mind to, and reveal to 
Them what he has a mind. 

! it is my earnest deske 
That he may he crowned with 
Glory, and coming generations 
Sing his songs of praise. 

1 trust he is honored above 
By the highest and brightest 
Angels ; and strains of 

Music drop from his golden harp. 



ON ATTENDING CHURCH. 

O heaven ! of all who protect us, 

From the rising of the sun to the 

Sitting of the same ; on this 

Day I saw a noble man : 

Prolonging the service, as 

We are commanded to do. 

And there sat a noble 

Christian by the altar of 

God, who was listening 

To the truth as it [ell from his lips. 

solitude ! wretchedness ! 

1 saw in that congregation 
And he produced this by 

His eloquence and power of speech. 
Some that never heard the word 
Of repentance, as he uttered it, 
Trembled at the laws they thought 
Themselves guilty of breaking. 
The subject of hell did make 
Them look amazed toward one 
Another, as if they thought 
Themselves innocent of sin. 



114 IIOUES OF EEFLECTJON, 

This is the law of Nature, 

No one ever thought himself 

Guilty of sm. They look on others 

Not as others look on them. 

Next came the b'ood of 

Christ and the holy things 

Which were gathered on the altar 

Around which they all were gathered. 

His praise? was. sung by the 

Noble goddesses of the church. 

He Mas worshipped both in 

Songs and prayer by all the sages. 

Many of them who had served 

In our gallant war, and rejoiced 

In the victories which we ohtained 

From that old tyrannical Britain, 

There sat those noble sages, 

Who were assembled in 

The house of worship, which was 

Once a house made for the people. 

They were from the towering 

Mountains, who?e head now 

Reared above the clouds, and from 

The mossy banks and pleasant valleys. 

Many of them were from the 

British shores, who left to 

Obtain freedom, and joined 

With the Pilgrims in the victory. 

Their heads were silvered over 

With their hoary locks, and 

Their brows were covered 

With laurels of kingdom come. 

Their furrowed cheeks and their 

Sunken eyes, their countenance 

Struck terror to my soul, 

Until I thought ihey fought for freedom. 



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They bad that love for freedom, 

For the freedom of the Spring, 

That they had rather die than 

To live and die at last a slave. 

He, with his gigantic mind, did 

Command them to repent this 

Day. For who knoweth but to-morrow 

May bring forth the Son of God. 



THE RIDE, 

He with me did 
Kush with his fiery 
Steeds, when mine 
Was bounding on. 

he passed me, and 
Seized my friend, 
And before me drew 
The glittering spear. 
Down the rugged cliff* 
He drove fhe spirited 
Steeds in haste, while 
Mine were bounding. 

1 held his head, so 
He could not run 
Without my wish, 

I had not time to relieve him. 
I could not atop him ; his 
Steeds were at their 
Greatest speed, which 
Was not his intent. 
He was a stranger, 
I thought he was 
A friend. He was 
Seeking for revenge. 
I did the same to 
Him as he did (o 



116 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Me. He had wealth 
Yet he was despised. 

He thought he was 
Great. I despised 
Him worse than 
The infernal spirits. 

He took the life of 

The fairest dame 

That America ever 

Afforded, and the best of Greece, 

I had not driven 

My steeds this day 

For sport. You are 

The scoundrel who caused her death. 

O ! you must die. 

O it is horrible for 

One like you to 

Die. O ! you must die !. 

Now weep and bid 
Your friends farewell. 
O make your 
Last and eternal prayer. 

You without a 
Cause on me did 
Rush, and not let' 
Me know your invasion. 

The gods of heaven say 
You ought to die. 
Die ! yes die and fall 
To the vaults of Tartarus. 

And cooled by the 
Winds of Erebus, 
Pricked by the spears dipped 
In the flaming sulphur. 



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O ! is this too much ; 
How can it be too much, 
There cannot be too great 
Punishment sent to him. 



ON AUTUMN. 

The blasts of Autumn 
On me this morn 
Fell. They made me 
Shudder. They caused 
The blood in my arteries 
To stand. It stood until I was aroused 
By the spirits of life, a 
Spirit more noble than 
You, my noble lord. 
Yea, they were noble spirits. 
Ireland never had better, 
Excepting Danie! O'Connel), - 
The nest in the world. 
Would to heaven that he 
May obtain Ireland's rights. 
The different shades autumn 
Brings on the forest. There 
Is such a contrast in 
Man's condition, from 
Summer to autumn, 
Wherein man is first in. 
Plenum. Autumn makes 
Him tremble, in fear 
His dame may suffer. 
O happy is the man 
Who has no care of one. 
To different climes he may 
Rove and view the wisest 
Sages in the world. If he 
Is honored at his cottage 
A s Diana was honored 



118 HOURS OF EEFLECT10N. 

At Ephesus the most ! 
Why ought we not 
Honor the Sage of Ireland 
The most of auy one 
In the world ? What 
Eloquence excelled 
His? Demosthenes' 
Olympian Oration, or 
Cicero's against Cataline 
Only equalled his. 
As I this morning 
Was dividing my 
Inmost thoughts, 
And was driving 
My fiery steed on 
The great high road, 
I reflected ! O I 
Must honor the 
Great Daniel O'Connell ! 



THE VISIT 

Like flying clouds 
I rushed at the speed 
Of lightning, and 
Drove my fiery steed 
Up to her gate, 
I saw ten thousand 
Armed soldiers stand 
All ready for the battle 
Field, and were prepared 
For fight. No one 
Appeared to oppose him. 
Their general saw 
His eye. He did'nt 
First meet him; 
On the distant hills 



HOURS OF REFLECTION- 119 

He had learned his 
Fame, and the songs 
Sung to his praise. 
They blushed with shame 
When they spoke agaiDst 
Him. What they could 
Say could do no 
Harm. O let the 
Marble that over bis bones 
Stands give ao'd 
Proclaim his fame. 
He is a noble sage, 
He never had honor 
Done him, and many 
Try to defame him. 
He wrought a work 
That never was excelled. 
No harm is it to him 
To drink and get drunk. 



ABSURDITIES 

God, wise, good, just 
And most benevolent, 
Never forsook man 
And sent him to hell ! 

-We are fold this did 
Not please him, 
Although we disobeyed 
And strove for death. 

As the blood by the 
Heart is thrown, and 
On that depends the vital 
Parts, so do we depend 

On Him, and Him 
Alone. On no other 



120 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Source can we rest, 

But on the God of Nature. 

Some say he is a 
Jealous God. Jealous 
Of his own works, 
And cannot rule them. 

O what would you 
Think of One who 
Would say, He had 
No dominion over us. 

Who is so wise as to 
Prove that man has 
Three souls, all destined 
For Heaven or Tartarus. 

Some worship the 
Images of serpents, 
And think that all 
Plagues are sent hy God. 

All claim blessings 
Of heaven, and each 
One condemning God's 
All wise administration. 
All works are in honor 
Of and p'ease the Great 
Law-Giver. And here 
He has established his courts. 



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A FRAGMENT, 

I saw him where the 
Devils of the infernal 
Regions would blush to 
Be caught. Yea they 
Would fall their 
Faces on the ground 
And hide their heads. 
He was a law-giver, 
Pleading his cause at the 
Sessions, at the bar of justice. 

When they came from the 

Lower house to plead, 

They were to plead out of court, 

They had no shame. This 

Is the first time I ever 

Saw or heard of a devil being 

Ashamed to meet his 

Fellow in the whole court, 

With such scorn on his face. 

He plead — but he plead 
In vain. He was a noble 
Lord. He looked sad ! 
Sad as a Romin citizen 
When he has lost his 
Friend, and listens to the 
Lamentable songs of the 
Funeral rites they would 
Sing. He may sing as they 
March on, the trumpet of joy, 



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122 HOURS OF REFLECTION 



THE MAD MAN. 

He returned sad 

And he looked mad, 

And then on me did spring, 

And I with sceptre of faith 

Defended myself, as one 

By one did spring, I 

Thrust my sceptre, but 

I did not stain it with 

Their corrupt blood and spirit. 

They boasted of their power. 
Fools! they were, they had 
No courage. The rows of 
Armed soldiers would 
Make them faint and 
Drop their arms in battle, 
O what brave men ! Such 
Men would have gained 
America her independence. 

He travelled with me. 

When in solitude retired 

He spoke of his contest ; 

You would have wept to have 

Heard him plead against 

Devils in a vicious cause 

At the bar. It was enough 

To make a man swear 

That he will strive against the devil. 



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123 



THE FALLEN GODDESS. 

O look — see her 
Falling into the vortex 
Of Tartarius, to find 
Her rest in flames 
That arise from 
Burning sulphur, 
And cooled by the 
"Wind of old Erebus. 
She raised her head 
To see the golden 
Chain that from heaven 
To earth extended. ! 
She miss'd it, and 
Fell— fell— fell so far 
She never rose again. 
But her groan was 
Heard to the gods of 
Heaven. Now her name 
No more is heard on 
Earth. She is 
A fallen goddess, 
Like some who could 
The righteous defame 
To accomplish their desire ; 
Who are guilty of the 
Crime themselves — to 
Relieve themselves from 
The curse they steal 
The testimony from the 
Righteous, and say they 
Have good authority. 
It is the same with 
This noble dame. 
She was the fairest of 



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Her sex, and by sages 
She was admired 
And fools could not 
Obtain her company. 
She was despised 
By no one, and 
Chose her company. 



A DOLEFUL LOVER 

The woes of love aie 
Amasing. Susan's heart 
This night was broken. 
Ah ! sad night with her. 
As the bee sipped the 
Sweet perfume on Plato's 
Lips, so he drank 
Sweetness from her rosy cheek. 

I would not raise 

My cheek to meet 

With any other one, 

Even an angel from heaven. 

He had a rival, a 
Dame from Spain had 
Fetched him. He was 
Adored by her much. 

And then she clung 
To the second one, 
"Which raised the scorn 
Of him to the highest. 
The house that enclosed 
Her was her fathers. He 
Had no rest — his face 
Was pale. His eye was dim. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 125 

O he'looked like death. 

He spoke. O ! for heaven's sake 

Forgive this dame 

Forgive my dear Minerva. 

She wept. You have committed 
This crime before ; you 
Cannot enter my mansion 
Door, or drink with me. 

From your hand I first 
Received the cup. I thought 
It was right for me to drink 
Your health. It was custom. 

They complied wi(h the thought ; 
She with a taper directed 
Him to the room where 
Drink was to be found. 

The lord looked to 
Some one more noble. 
He scorned to contend 
With such a rival. 

The happiest hour I 
Ever spent with counsellors, 
Was with this lord and 
Socrates on Britain's Isle. 

The night I met him 

He had just returned 

From the wine, where 

He had been with the tempter. 

He spoke of Varia and 
Of the pleasure he had with 
Saricatus, who proposed coming « 
To Ireland with him. 

In this town he spent 
Much time, He wrote 



126 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Part of his work in Varna, 
Of the little history of Turkey. 

He on his return from 
The Egyptian ruins, spoke 
Of Athen's crumbling walls 
Which all were silent. 

where are the ancient 
Gods that used to be worshipped 
In the crumbling towers 
Of those old mossy temples. 

He on his golden chest 
Sat, and on his hand rested 
His head and wept. Wept for 
Athen's misfortunes, that she fell. 

O is itpo ssible that she from 
That high state has fallen ? 
If I had not seen it, I 
Would not believe it possible. 

Wemust credit history ; 
We have no records to 
Date it. It is reasonable 
To some that we should. 

For they do swear by the 
Sage Sparo, that Daniel 
Was in the lion's den ; 
We ought not to dispute it. 

These are the sentiments of 
Lord Baldwin, whom from 
Varna returned. I have 
But one hope, that's truth. 

O it would make me 
Weep to hear him talk 
Of religion. It would make 
An infidel tremble. 



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He died. His fame 
Was buried beneath the 
Marble that covered his bone9 
And his spirit was gone. 



ONE IDEA, 

He was a great man, 
By some called wise ; 
He thought all things 
Were comprehended in 
One principle, — law, 
Medicine and divinity, 
All the sciences, was 
Comprehended in Abolition ; 
He had but one idea, 
And that was on the 
Point. He had audacity 
To call his countrymen 
And preach to them. 
They in respect would 
Listen to his insults on 
American law-givers, 
He thought that they all 
Were fools, and he 
Was the only wise man. 
Sitting himself up as 
A sage with only one 
Idea. 



128 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 



THE BEAUTY 

As I was on an eminence 
Under the lofty pine, and 
Was siting, I thought I 
Saw the blooming form 
Of her of the sparkling 
Eye and rosy cheek 
In her father's window ; 
And still farther, I saw 
The towering temples 
Of the village, where the 
Sacred Gospel was 
Preached. I saw her 
Pleading for many woes. 
I wept for her misfortunes ; 
I had a cause to weep. 
She for her forsaken 
Lover wept, who had 
Proved treacherous and 
Forsaken he r ! O she 
Swore an eternal 
Curse upon him, and 
Then left him in disgust. 
Next I saw her in 
The giddy dance 
And drank the 
Finest wine from Paris, 
She sung me the song 
That aroused me from 
Solitude after I 
Had been reasoning with 
The bigots. They had 
Rather believe in the 
Legends than in 
The truth . Then she 



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On the ocean was 
Sent, with her black 
Hair in ringlets hanging 
On her markle neck. 
She looked the best that 
I ever had seen her. 
From Athens or Varna 
She came. Her eye 
Was the brightest and 
The most intelligent in 
Its look. When she 
Had heard all, she 
Sat down and wept. 



THE POET. 

An insane and love-sick poet 
And a vile and deluded pastor 
And a bigotted priest 
Are amusement for a sage. 

Then listen to me in 
Candor, as one arises, 
As before a judge, 
With his lofty eloquence. 

He will turn them 
From the truth, and 
Make them believe that 
All that is said is true. 

I have burnt more than 
Twelve thousand lines 
That from my pen have 
Flowed like liquid honey, 



130 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Some may think it 
Would have been better 
That I had burnt in 
Tartarius than to have written. 

O one may on this 
Work reflect, and look 
For something more ; 
Yea, find something new. 

Many priests and orators 
Speak for money. Where 
Can you find a man 
Of fame who writes for wealth. 

Do not let wealth be 
Your desire, but let 
Honor and fame be 
Your care for ever. 



THE BEAUTIFUL DAME. 

O Dame of Varna ! 
This day we do part, 
O give me, O give me 
Thy heart. I am dying. 

take my sacred word, 
Given as to a goddess. 
You are the fairest dame 

1 ever found in Italy. 

From Winden to your 
Noble city I have roved, 
But I never saw any that 
Were more beautiful than thou. 






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Mars is beautiful. I 
Admire thee more than 
Venus or Jupeter when 
They appear in their brightness. 

O by the sacred gods 
Virtan, I love thee, I 
Love my love, and you 
Are the most lovely dame. 

O I think, O I think of 
The time when we were 
Wafted by the breeze on 
The wild and rolling waves, 

The unruly terrible water 
Did not much exercise thee. 
Thou heardest the waves roar 
And it was a pleasing sight. 

Once in Athens I 
Saw a goddess that 
Bore you resemblance. 

it was not Mary. 

Your eyes are more 
Brilliant than Vesta 
Expresses — more keen 
Than any I ever met. 

To thee with the rest 

1 must bid adieu. 

my sacred love ! 

1 love above all Others. 

take this ; and keep" 
My solemn vow until 

1 return from America, 
That land of freedom. 






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A VISION, 

I saw this eve an 

Angel foim of the 

Concave heavens formed 

By luminous clouds. 

It was as bright as Mars. ' 

In an arch I saw 

The form of a noble goddess ; 

In her hand she held the 

Golden chain, that from 

Third heavens extended, 

Where Justice sits. It looked 

As if he had sent 

Her to the world too 

Soon to show the 

People her noble works. 

She disappeared — she 

Faded away. No more 

Was she seen, but 

The luminous bow still 

Did spa*i the whole 

Concave canopy. 

With an eagle's ease 

She soared away through 

The dense clouds, and 

The rays of the noon day 

Sun would not dazzle 

Her beautiful eye. 

She could reason and 

Converse with those that 

Were nothing but slaves, 

And then could arise 

To a throne, and there 

Be worshipped by angels, 

And sound her sacred 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 133 

Harp in glory and light; 
All in silence 
Would listen to her 
Songs when she touched 
The lyre. Wandering on> 
The dame I espied at the 
Midnight hour alone ; 
No one to accompany 
You in your visit, may 
See muses in the heavens, 
And as you look at 
Your feet, find horror mixed 
With pleasure. Yet after 
All, all is fleet. There is 
No happiness. 



THE BARD 

He touched his lyre, and 
All the angels stood amazed 
And some trembled. 
He himself did weep 
To think he had no equal 
In his own kingdom. 
O then he arose, and 
With his great eloquence 
Astonished them. The 
Gods of Italy with their 
Mighty arms and golden 
Chains, which link virtue^ 
Love and Harmony, did 
Look amazed. He saved 
The drunkard from shame, 
But he repented. Repented 
Of what ? He left his cupg, 
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134 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

He could not write without 
He drank. I have been 
To his room when I 
Found him writing, but 
Could not walk. His 
Wit was then the best. 
He needed to be half 
Drunk to bring his 
Dormant energies to bear. 
He was like a lion in 
Slumber— when aroused 
He made all around 
Him tremble. 
He has roved to different 
Climes, from Egypt to 

China. Wherever he 

Spoke, all before him 

That had the power of 

Understanding did fall 

Or tremble exceedingly. 

Some worshipped him 

As a god. 

But at last he died, 

As all men must 

Die once. He 

Died happy, and 

Drank while living 

At all the fountains 

Of knowledge, and yet 

Died drunk — drunk 

In great wisdom. 



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THE TRAVEL 

A.s Pallas was discovered 
At Saxony, whose office 
Is to travel through the 
World to meet with 
Immortal sages, in 
India and other places, 
He had an eye that 
Looked like fire ; 
It would dazzle any 
Mortal man's eye. 
It was much brighter 
Than Mars or Jupiter, 
As Jupiter stands the 
Highest in the Solar System, 
This sage was the wisest 
In India. 

Pallas is oftentimes 
Accompanied by Juno> 
Travelling through the 
Unbounded regions 
Which by man never 
Was thought of, 
And waving plumes as 
They by them pass 
By comparing them to 
Ourselves. O what is 
More noble, more beautiful 
And more to be desired 
Than to travel with 
Pallas and Juno ! 
If I could have a 
Car from heaven sent, 
That I could ride with 
Juno, I would leave this. 



135 



136 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Vain earth of ours, and 
Would not weep, but rejoice, 
When I took my exit, 
Having faith that I 
Could have all the 
Heart of man could 
Desire. Better dames 
And wiser sages, and 
More noble times and 
Better lyres than this 
Earth ever afforded. 
O it would be like 
Paradise, where you can 
See the traveller from heaven, 
Where you can converse 
With the goddesses and listen 
To the songs that is sent 
From the sacred harps. 
From Juno to Jupiter 
You might go. You would 
Not find satisfaction 
If you should run 
Trembling on a thousand 
Years. You would wish 
To see different worlds, 
O let us be contented 
With this world until 
We are called to the next. 
Heaven will save you, 
Live to his law, and 
Receive his blessings, 
And not call them 
Curses, for he is just, 
Holy and divine 
Such a being cannot 
Send curses on man, 
You, if you will only 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 13? 

Look, can see his arm 
Of charity over your rest, 
And around you the golden 
Chain of his protection is 
Stretched by his Almighty 
Love. All the infernals 
Cannot break it, and 
All the tears of hell cannot 
Dissolve it. 



THE MURDERER. 

I saw him resting 
Himself under the 
Forest tree, his head 
On a panther's hide. 

He heard a shriek. It 
Sounded as if it was 
At a great distance. It 
Sounded like a dying man. 

He was arrested. He 
Sprung to his feet ; 
He seized his weapons 
Of war for fight. 

When he to the sound 
Came, he heard the 
Savage in his barbarous 
Act. But oh ! too late, 

O what a sight ! 
His glittering dagger 



138 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Was in her heart. 

She was breathing her last. 

He heard her last 
Groan. He saw her 
Sparkling eye as he 
Came and saw her weep. 

O this put him in a 
Rage. He plunged his 
Spear to his heart, 
He fell dead — he did. 

He groaned as he fell. 
It was enough to make 
An infidel tremble. 
O the guilty wretch. 

This was his lovely 
Dame. He never could 
Forget her last shriek, 
Nor the looks she gave. 

O after this he was ■ *« 

Miserable. He died 
Miserable. He was 
Guilty of a crime. 



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ON THE DEATH OF DEASON* 

The first I saw of him was on 
His death-bed — his surgeon standing 
By his side, and his assistant 
Students gaining instruction. ...-:". 

His disease was fatal, but he was 
Befriended by physicians^ to be 
Depended on for their skill, as 
Many thought for themselves. 

Thus our country physicians, with 
Little practice in surgery, 
He proposed calling a surgeon 
From the city to perform the^operation, 

All the others say, the moment had 
Passed, and the umbisial ring 
Before the intestine nerves. And it is 
Natural to suppose that the intestine passed 

The operation was now performed by 
The surgeon, and it proved fatal, 
For the nerves were contracted by this, 
And this stopped all circulation in the parts 

O heaven, could'I JDnly express the 
Sympathy that his own bosom friend 
Felt for him as she stood by his bed-side, 
She saw him in pain and she mourned. 

There stood his lovely daughter, 
Young in years, the only daughter 
He had to mourn and weep with 
Heart-felt affliction the noble departed. 



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He was a child of God and God's- 
Servant. He was first in church, 
First to assist the poor, and first 
To provide for the fatherless child. 

His society was sought for 
Both by the high and low. 
His counsel was great in the 
Affairs of state and equity. 

It appears to all that knew him, 
When counsel was obtained, 
He attracted the attention of angels, 
When they were abroad ia the realms of 
space. 

O solitude ! O world of sorrows ! 

generation oi' sages ! may 

You all pass away before we could 
Suffer this man to leave us. 

1 had rather serve a master in 
Chains and die a slave, than to have 
This man leave the society 

Of my christian friends at home. 

O he his gone to his account, 
Where he was received as an only 
Child— at the right hand of Power, 
And lulled by the harps of heaven. 

Who would not leave this world 
To obtain the world above 
, In all its splendor, and the holy 

Breeze which rises from the sea of life. 

O it is well that you know 

Not his love for vou, O friends ! 

He had rather keep it in his 

Own breast — for that you might grieve. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 141 

Your soul would be lost in 
Solitude ; your mind would not 
Lament on any thing but this misfortune, 
And rejoices over his happiness. 

I had rather die a sage and 

Christian than a kingly infideL 

The latter feels that his soul 

Must be wafted by the winds oFErubus. 

To die a christian is a noble death, 
B ut to die an infidel is worse than 
The death of a slave. We know 
The abode of him is the cave of hell! 

Ah ! the word hell is enough to 
Make a man repent. Ah ! the word re- 
pent 
Too sounds hard and sorrowful 
On the minds of youth* 



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Hark T ye war-like angels 
Of Paradise ! Listen to the 
Eloquence of the General. May 
All my gallant men stand 
Around, and my gallant soldiers ; 
As for counsel, he never was 
Excelled. Ah ! he has fought 
The foaming spirits of Erebus, 
And cursed the gallant artillery 
Of the skies. To rise to his 
Command, what could be don© 
More than this by man. 
It is not expected for a 
Man to raise the dead 
Without the help of the Lord. 
He has saved the minds of 
The saints, and made 
Packenham yield to his 
Command. Thus the soldiers 
Of the British army cowered at 
New Orleans. This made 
Britain grieve, when she saw 
The raging lion conquered 
And fall harmless by the eagle, 
Who after battle soared into 
The boundless realms of heaven, 
Who could then sympathise 
And shed the scalding tear 
Over the nerveless lion, 
But in return would 
Render death if he could 
Save himself. Ah ! yes, yes> 
To see him go to his home, 
He with his mighty thundeiing 
And flashing eyes did not 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 143 

Frighten the eagle. Ah, no I 
He said, stop ; and looking 
Down on him with scorn. 
It was by such treatment 
And such fighting as this, 
We gained our independence, 
Jackson, with his mighty arm, 
Has done deeds of wrath. 
Could Greece or Rome 
Produce as great. And such 
Great men, who were skilled 
In war and versed in the 
Laws and arts of nations. 
Who could go to the Senate 
Halls and make laws, and preside 
As president of the nation. 
Then in time of war could 
Wield the sword against 
Britain's frowning subjects. 
He served his people and 
He served his God. 
Read deep in love and skilled 
In war, like Cassar he was great, 
And like good Cinoinnatus, 
He labored for his country. 



144 HOURS OF REFLECTION 

JULY 4th, 

OIV THE ORATOR OF THE DAUV 

When first I saw 
The Orator of the day f 
He was a noble man 
And had a gigantic mind. 

He told as much of war, the 
Victory we had obtained, and 
The trials of our forefathers 
And the acknowledgments we owe cmr 
God. 

Not like Cicero, who could 
Sway all the Senate of Rome, 
Nor like Csesar/who could 
Conquer all by his sword. 

But more like Cincinnatus. 
In counsel he was great 
Eloquent he had a desire, 
But no language to sustain it, 

O this man is to be thanked, not 
For his eloquence, but what he 
Reminds us of, that had been 
Told us by our forefathers. 

Next came the musicians with 
Their tuned instruments. They 
Gave praise to the gods by playing 
Songs to them and their golden thrones . 

From thence they marched to the grove. 
Where the table was placed for their 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 145 

Refreshment. They feasted on pies 
And cakes, instead of loaves and fishes. 

I thought those that prepared the 
Place were some Roman or Egyptian, 
Soldiers, for they after their modo 
Ate with their fingers. 

Some ihought this was ParacVso, 
Some others thought 'twas helL 
Thus you can see a contrast. 
Who was pleased and who was not* 

O what must I say next ; 

That lovely dame, her sparkling 

Eyes and glistening ringlets, 

}\ hich rested on her marble nsck. 

Who in any other place 
Would not think of taking 
A leg of mutton. She would 
Scorn it as degrading. 

Thus 'you can s:e what form 
Will do in society. They 
Will fully understand hegamul 
Or suffer to be m the fiamfs. 



oay notn.iri c: icrm. only ol ono_ 
Dame, she like a goddess which 
I think I ha} 3 seen in my dream,. 
A brig:. .3 r eye than her's I never saw. 

There was another, dreamy and 
Flashing ; she was dressed in the 
Richest robe decked in gold. 
She carried a treacherous spirit. 

heaven, would to the God of Eloquence 

1 could describe the fair dame t 



lit) HOTTRS OF RE'FLECTIOI?* 

Her eyes would sparkle like 
Jupiter, her countenance like Venu&, 

As she was playing- the giddy 

Dance on the marble floor, 

She bore such a pleasant face, 

The God of Reason could not condemn her 

Her golden locks which hung in ringlets 
On her blooming breast ; her eyes 
Did express sympathy for her friends, 
As she was beautiful she was rude. 



STORES OF REFLECTION 14? 



CHARLE S. 

Charles come. 

For heaven's sake come, 

1 feel as if I were in 
The vaults of Erebus 
And the sulphur running 
From my face, Come, 
Mercy, look as it burns 
My face as it runs, 

O I saw him ; he is 

Noble as Caesar ! If 

Osesar were living I 

Would call him Casar,, 

Caesar ! O Cassar is 

Dead, but his name will 

Never die— die, no not 

As long as immortality endures. 

He of you spoke, and spake 

In terms of honor. O 

Now assist me 1 Come 

As an armed soldier, 

In blood to your arms 5 

If it is necessary. I 

Think he is a coward ; his 

Eye sparkles not! O he trembles f 

O I could carry his heart 
On my glittering sceptre. 
He has insulted me — he 
Has no honor. O let him do 
No more harm. O let him 
Die in his own blood, 
And fall into his own grave, 



148 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

I found him in bis cottage 

On the mahogany sofa 

Sitting in grief. O! sad is the 

Message to him. lie was weeping 

Down the rosy cheek I saw 

The tear rolling. I of her 

Lid ask the cause, but 

They refused to answer me. 

He fell, and she by his side 
Steed and wept and sighed. 
She was affected to the extent, 
She could take his life 
To thank the gods she was 
Not such a fool, to weep for 
II im who has no fame. 

O I say, let him fall ; I say 
Let him fall. He has wronged 
All he can. He has wealth. 
But he has no honor. 
Let him wander then even 
To the vortex cf destruction. 
He rewards virtue and honor, 

O let his eyes betaken 
From his head, which is 
On fire, and his heart from 
His. breast torn, and to the 
^Vaves cast, for the feasting of 
The monsters of the deep ; hi* 
Blood they will sup with jo" 

She found his words. 
To be false, and his 
Words made her think 
He was true. O he 
Looked on her rosy cheek 



HOURS OP REFLECTION, H9 

And saw the index of love. O 
It was what the black devils 
Might call sin and deeeitfulness, 

O if that fountain 
Becomes corrupt, it is 
Not blood that the devils 
Go for, they cannot be 
Happier in honor or 
In paradise. Let her 
Come if she will 
For he is miserable. 



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BOOK II 



AFRICANUS, 

A DRAMA, 

AFRICANUS. 
DASHVOR. 
CLOTENUS. 

CHARLES OF THE WEST* 
<kc. &c. &c, 



AFRICANS. 

A DRAMA. 



O the glittering blade, the 
Banner and the shield, with 
The brilliant caskets that were 
Ever found by the craftiest 
Chinese. And he with 
His mighty hand waved 
The banner over them. 
And over this glorious 
Nation ; and prays for 
The richest blessings. 
And on fair Narvis's blooming 
Breast he placed the sparkling 
Casket. As she moved, it 
Dazzled the eyes of those 
Around her, as Jupiter 
Does the arch-angels of 
Heaven. Last night I 
Heard him speak of 
His fair Narvis, and marked 
His words. All was 
Calm, as if all creation 
Slumbered. By the 
Golden chain that across 
The sacred heavens concav® 
Was stretched this night 
Reaching into the vaults of 



158 HOUES OF REFLECTION, 

Hell. There you could 
See them contriving a 
Plan to cut the chain and 
Let him down into the deep 
And bottomless pit. 
It is a shame he fell : 
But he did, and all 
The devils then arose, 
And all the angels on him 
Smiled and sounded the 
Trumpets and the harps 
When he returned. 
This was seen by mortal 
Eyes, as they viewed from 
Mount Sinai. 



The works of God are wonderful, 
But I do not believe all 
You have said. But he 
Has the power to fill the 
Heavens with electric fire, 
And stop all the rolling 
Works, and lake from us 
The rays of the radiant sun, 
Turn all the mighty main 
Into inhabited cities, 
Convert sinners into just 
Men, and cause to appear 
Before him all the 
Glittering throng of holy 
Angels, and from east and 
West, and create moving 
Beings from nothing, or out, 
Of the dust bring forth 
Man. O sons of Europe ! 
Sons of America, and 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 15T 

All nations of men 
Reflect on this — and 
See what you are, and 
What you may yet be ! 
O see his power ! 
In heil binding the Devil 
At his will. In Heaven 
Ruling as king. O you 
Should praise him for 
His mighty power and 
His great works. It is 
Out of the power of mortals 
To behold him. It was 
By him protracted, as 
Quick as if he was struck 
"With a thunder bolt of the 
Skies — a sight of him would 
Do this. 



My axe is sharp —it was 
Ground on the rock of 
Wrath — it was polished 
By the Gods of war— it 
Was tempered by the 
Electricity from the 
Labratory of Heaven, 
And sealed by the 
Great seal which stamps 
The gates of Hell. 
No fire can change 
The temper of this 
Weapon. If thy arm 
Is strong it is sufficient 
To contend against the 
Devils of Tartarus— 
O I am prepared for 
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158 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

War. Jupiter is in his 
Full glory, see how he 
Glistens. 

The moon does not 
Refuse its light, the 
Lyres are not silent, all is 
In our favor. Let us 
This night go. Soon we 
Shall have a storm. 
See how the day star 
Looks— the air is light 
The smoke falls. All 
Is in our favor. If we 
Wait until the storm comes 
On we shall fail. O for 
Heaven's sake let us go, 
I beseech you without 
Delay, let us go — go 
This night. Let me 
See you with the fair 
Dames of Varna, 
In this frozen region 
Gliding on the white 
Bosom of this holy 
Land. After she 
• Returned from the 
Holy land, where sages 
Have fallen. O there 
Is no traveler to proclaim 
Their fame. 

As worlds on worlds are 
Striving for, have moved 
Away like inconstant 
Things, yet you can see 
The works of God are 
Still firm and changeless, 
O see that man, if 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 169 

He is suffered to be 
Called a man. O see 
His grave countenance, 
His deep eyes. His sharp 
Face, small hand, his 
Dark ringlets hung around 
His expressive brow. 
O England ! fair and 
Noble land — your sages will 
Be remembered to all 
Coming time. Milton's 
Sacred rhymes are enough 
To make England immortal, 
Leaving out Lord Byron the 
Immortal poet. 
It is out of the power of 
'lhe infernal Devils to 
Immolate him. Are 
They not next to Greece 
And Rome in the point 
Of literature. We must 
Make some allowance 
When Homer and Socrates 
Wrote. You may think you 
Have greater men than 
They were. You have had 
The foundation to build 
Upon. You ought to 
Have made some allowance. 
O ye Gods of Italy ! Speak, 
Let every one praise and 
Own his own nation, 
And ever love her. 
England has her faults 
As well as other nations, 
No one is perfect. The 
Protestants are guilty of 



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Some horrible crimes, as 
Well as the Roman Catholics. 
Condemn them not but maka 
Them better. 

CHARLES OF THE WEST. 

Last night I saw the 
Glittering spear over his 
Shoulder placed. They 
Spoke stop ! Your writing 
Or we will thrust you through 
I care not for your threats, 
I am guarded against 
Infernal Devils. He turned 
His glittering edge toward 
Heaven and spoke. O hast 
Thou left me ? 
Then he on the trackless 
Rolling, glittering, sparkling, 
Sacred main, went as 
Though he had seen some 
Infernal devils slumbering 
By their posts. O who 
Who would desire to see the 
Sages of London or Dublin 

stop take to you that 
Fair Dame. Seek for no 
More wisdom. I think 
That you are insane, 

1 know you are a fool, 

I advise you as you hear 
Me, it is }^our duty to 
Obtain all the knowledge 
You can. See Africanus 
Obtained knowledge from tho** 
Like you, if they are fools. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 161 



If one could hear you 
And not see you, they 
Might think you wise, 
And great as Typhano, 
Who found a resting place 
Under Mount Mtna, 
Or Typhon, who had 
The power to make 
Jupiter tremble, and 
Wise Minerva if he 
Did groan because 
Jupiter did consider 
Minerva, if Juno was 
The orator. take 
From me this thirsty 
Wolf, he is gaping 
For my blood. G take 
Him, take him away ! 
Hurl him to Tartarus, 
Even that is too good 
For the wretch. O see 
The Goddess of that 
Golden ship, one 
Pointing towards Jupiter, 
And the other buried 
In the deep rolling waves 
While her golden breast 
Is dashing against the 
Angry waves, and running 
Beneath the waves three 
Cables deep, and next 
Arising until you can 
Inscribe your name on 
The concave heavens, decked 
With the noblest Goddesses of 
Europe, singing the merry . 



162 HOUES OF REFLECT! OH, 

Songs of joy. Thinking it 
Is impossible to sink 
There in the polluted Uxine 
For thy war pilotted by 
The God of the Seas! 
He could calm the tempter, 
It was pleasure for them 
To ride thus. The higher 
They were,j;he plainer the 
Songs that were sent forth 
From the lyre of Heaven 
Were heard. O give me 
The ship. 

It is heaven on sea, not 
On earth. 

Next the God of Nature, in 
The interest she manifested, 
Who builds its towers, and 
Lays up its treasures in the 
Rugged oaks or the hemlock, 
As they on the towering hill 
Bow to the tempest. 
The Gon of Nature protects 
Them as they are rocked. 
All is calm, the tempest is 
O'er. No one is lost in 
Devastation, no one trembles 
In fear of hell— no one 
Mourns because they have 
Not got to heaven, for 
All is corrupt — heaven 
Is polluted by the inferior 
Gods. They stained the path 
As they wanddered to the 
Vaults of hell. Let none 
Chose, for those have 
Been purified that they might 
Walk with clean feet on 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 163 

The golden road to the gates 
Of heaven. They were thrown 
Into the fire to try their 
Virtue, as you would gold. 
Many have been set free. 
For they by traitors were 
Condemned, and sent to the 
Vaults of hell. while they 
Were innocent. 

MTJRETHO OF EGYPT. 

You astonish me, your 
Imagination is great. I 
Can see your whole form 
In words that you have 
Wrote. When I have raised 
My eye to the vaults of heaven 
I have seen the Gods 
Consulting. What power 
Will we have in coming 
Time. I have seen the 
Names of many inscribed 
On the pyramids of Egypt, 
And seen the halls where 
The sacred gods have sat, 
And paid pounds to 
Treacherous goddess, and 
Have seen them turn away 
Their faces with shame from 
Their lovers, and turn again 
And speak of love, and wipe 
From their eyes the false 
Tears of affection. O ! it 
Seemed to me there was 
No more than one GojJ.. 
The dames have one to 
Accomplish* their desire. 



164 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

What they pray for they 
Have. If there is only 
One God, then he is 
The author of good and evil ; 
We have the scripture for 
Our proof. 



I have the fairest 
Relations in this town ; 
The wealthiest of all the 
Graduates of Ohio College, 
And belong to the 
Abolition section of 
Society. O she is fair ! 
And I am the best 
To sustain her. 



you brag much, 
But you have not 
The testimony that you 
Say you have. She sprung 
From the lowest end of 
Nothing. You the same. 

1 had rather converse 
With the infernal devils 
Than with you, for you 
Are so mean, you have 
No principles of morality ; 
All you have to boast 

Of is your relations. 
Many may fight for that 
Which they know is false, 
To make their relations 
Think its true. Your 
Sister, you from what 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 165 

I said about her, think 
Is true. She is not ; 
She was far from that. 
If he did promise to 
Have her, she was corrupt 
As he was. She did it 
To get him ; it cost 
Her much ; she was 
Used to it. She found 
Him on the packet, and 
He proclaimed her good 
To ali, yet she was broken 
Hearted, and she bared 
Her blooming check, which 
Glistened with paint and 
The best perfume. I call 
Her not his goddess. 

timothy. 

There is no harm in this, 
But I would die before 
I would boast such a sister. 
She is worse than the one 
That wore the black veil. 
I have seen her coming from 
The classic halls ; her eyes 
Did sparkle, her best 
Belation was as bold as 
A Roman worrior ; she 
Was corrupt as the Egyptian 
Harlots. Is this consistent 
With holy saints ? She has 
A great estate, and'some of 
Her friends, as well as Timon, 
Arose in fame. It is no 
Harm to cast from him 
The Athenians and the 



166 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

Chinese do it for excitement 
On it, they think no harm 
Of it, but if they get drunk 
On wine they are condemned. 
If water is turned into 
"Wine, this is a sacred 
Act, but if it be made 
Of grapes, it is wrong to 
Drink it. Horace was 
A lover without wine, 
But a sage with it. 
Is this astonishment ? 

THEOPHILTJS. 

The weapon of death 
Was raised above him 
As he laid on the ground. 
As it was directed to his 
Heart, a friend by his 
Side turned it from him 
And raised a weapon of 
Defence, He acted his 
Part like a brave soldier ; 
He fought for his country, 
For the liberty of his own 
Race. O many a night 
He has lain on the 
"White bosom of the earth, 
And on the rugged cliff. 
His bark has been wafted 
Against the rocks. His 
Groans were heard, hut 
No oue to assist him • 
None but his foes were 
Near. They had rather 
See him die than survive. 
He by his side had staved 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 167 

Until he was lost in the 
Forest chase. They mourned, 
But it was all in vain ! 
He fought as long as he 
Could. He saw many 
Of his friends by his 
Side drop dead ; it was 
No use for him to weep, 
He must fight or die. 
O will you die under this 
Curse you gave your 
Country for pounds of e 

Gold, and darst not fight. 

CHAPENIUS. 

We are commanded to 
Keep the will of God. 



You are a fine man 
To preach God's will. 
I attended your church 
This day. I could preach 
Better when I was ten 
Years old than you do. 
Your church is dying on 
Your hands ; you talk 
As if you had no talents. 
I would make him give 
As much as one who 
Has been in your place. 
Your praying and singing 
Sounded like the roaring 
Of lions and the bellowing 
Of bulls in a slaughter 
Yard. Each one thought 
He was doing the will of 



169 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

God, because he had 

Been told by some 

Fool like you. 

You know not the name 

Of God or the devil, 

All to you is the same. 

Like a spleeny woman, 

Who will take a pill 

Made from brown bread 

For opium, and it will 

Have the same desired effect, 

It saves the uhysician some 

Expense. If you tell 

Your hearers that they'have 

Seven souls they would believe 

It, because it comes from 

The preacher, and tjiey 

Dare not deny it. 

If they do, they are sent 

To hell. 

CHAPANIUS. 

you will repent of 
What you now have said. 
You will find the vaults 
Of torment for what you 
Have here said against 

The church, hard to endure ; 
God will not be saluted 
In the manner you have 
Done it. They are not all 
Fables that are found in 
The sacred Scriptures. 

1 will say the deists 
Are the best reasoneis 
In the world. And thef 
Will confund the divine* 



HOUSS OF REFLECTION 2S& 

But the bible is given 
For the benefit of GocPs 
People. This was his desire, 
There are some that commence 
Preaching when they ought not to. 



You are the most sincere 
Preacher I ever heard or 
Saw. I know not whether 
You know enough to keep 
This thing to yourself, or 
Wish.to deceive the people . 
As most of the divines wish 
To. I will not charge you 
With my faults, for there ar© 
Enough in the Church, 
You admitted one fact, 
The Deist's are the greatest 
Reasoners in the world, 
When they assemble the 
Angels tremble. And 
Ask what will be our 
Fate. If they feared Jnot 
Thy power, they need not 
Tremble. They will do 
Justice, for they believe 
God is just. Mon Deu 
O why do you tremble. 
When the deist's raise 
They will do you no harm, 
For the will not attempt 
To oppose the god of all 
For fear they might into 
His hands of revenge fall. 
But they stand in fear of 
No devils, O what happy 
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170 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Ones at the close of 
Their lives. You spoke of 
Waking after death. You are 
Out of your senses, here my 
Noble lord and design 
This as something which 
You do not understand, 
And believe as all the 
Olden sages did. 
His belief then was in 
God — As a raging army 
Thus if you thought they 
Could make the 
People believe it. 



O see their sacred temples 
And their holy altars 
Look to Egypt's holy land. 
Meretho has been worshipped, 
Memphis' name is inscribed 
On the holy tombs and 
You can see the footstep 
Where the holy Gods have 
Walked, and see the 
Place where the magnificent 
Holy temple was plundered 
By Canabal's, O it is 
Out of the power of man to 
Express with words on any 
Lyre, or words alone, or 
Notes, organ, Archangel, 
Angel, inferior God's or 
Goddesses, or any seeptred 
Dame or any Artist 
Paint the blessings and 
Happiness man can have 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

In Heaven with his God 
O reflect on these blessings 
He has conferred on 
This nation. There may 
Be countless other nations 

• Under his protection, superior 
Or inferior, we know not a 
Place for them, we know not 
More than we know our destiny. 
But we believe that man 
Is saved. He may ride nearly 
Five millions of miles, and then 
Only commence his journey. 
O what a horrible thought, 
To embark ! O, must we 
Leave this glorious land— 
This is my happy home- 
Where is there a place that. 
Is more beatiful than this. 
On her white bosom we 
Can turn and leave our 
Heads surrounded by the 
Brilliant luminaries, and 
Next we can ride in the 
Golden chariot on the 
Glittering paths where the 
White deer are playing, 
All this you can, if you 
Wish for, have. O the 
Second thought, that we must die ? 
And are we not to live again, 
God presents before us Heaven 
And Eternal Life. And then, 
O think of Hell. See them 
There from the heart throughout 

Fear. O what hopeless 

Beings. I do not wish to 
Live if that is my fate* 



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To fall to Hell. We know 
Not where we shall wake. 
See her eyes, they are 
Started from their sockets, 
I will swear she is mad, 
See here grate her teeth, 
She has fell. Those ringlet 
Locks once hung on her 
White marble neck. They 
Swung as Zephyrs wafted 
Them. They are gone, 
See them placed in the 
Fire of Hell and yet it 
Cannot consume them. 
I support the Church, 
I for one care not whether 
My name is written in the 
Book of Eternal Happiness, 
If it is not I wish to stop 
Here. O I must say it, 
I am afraid. O I tremble 
1 weep to think, to think 
Of what I am, to think 
Of Hell— Oh what a fool ! 
Is the re not a God ? 
Yes, and he will protect 
3$e! 



You are about my opinion 
There is too much preaching 
For the good of this country. 
This country is capable of 
Taking care of itself, it is 
This we do know, we know 
Mothing about the future. 



> HOURS OF REILECTJOKo 17? 

Your church turned in — in 
The best style, and yet the 
Author of sin, the best 
Organs and harlots to sing „ 
Your songs as you stand 
In the pulpit preaching the 
Laws of God and they at 
The same time violating 
Them as they stand in the 
Marble gallery, with their 
Rosy lips sending forth the 
Melodious song. Their blooming 
Breasts are as white as snow, 
Or the marble that is before 
Them. Their cheeks are as 
Fair as the lilly of the fields, 
Their words are as sweet as 
The perfume from 
The fresh rose in the morn, 
Yet they are harlots, their 
Words are enough to break 
The hearts of mad Poets 
And turn the strongest 
• Minds. 
Their eyes are as a piercing 
Spear — he who looks on them 
Is obliged to yield to endure 
The pains. This is your Church 
Hell, Heaven, Earth, Main and 
Land — Harlots, Sages, Poets, 
Priests and Fools, all are 
Here. All have come to 
Hear your words, and have you 
Analyze the misteries of God, 
As the priest makes it appear 
So to most. O why do 
You not leave off your sophistry, 
And take a turn or two 



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In science, not that you 
Know is folly, and make 
The fools believe it true. 
You have'the chance to 
Instruct a large audience, 
All you say does no good. 

CHAPENIUS. 

It is the duty of the Philosopher 
To instruct knowledge in 
Science, and my duty is to 
Teach them how to live to 
Inherit eternal life. One 
Man cannot fill all stations^ 
If a man was designed for 
A Priest, he will not maka 
A good Physician. 



You are right, you believe as 
I do, but you might 
Impart more knowledge 
Than you do, and not preach 
Up so much of your Hell fire, 
It makes me feel bad 

I beseech you do not, 
Do not for Heaven's sake. 
And mind, do not speak 
Of Hell when I am in 
Your Church. 

CHAPEKIUS* 

That is what I want, I 
Want to make you tremble, 

1 wish to have you repent, 
T.-oovA off those infidel 



HOURS OP REFLECTION ITS 

Principles, become a good 
Christian, and a follower 
Of Christ Jesus. 
D hear me, these are my 
Last words, to thee as a 
Sacred friend, I ask yoia 
1 know the truth, this is 
What I can swear to, 
You must repent. 



O, O ! I am miserable, 
If your Gods will make 
Me happy, I will follow 
Them. 

«REGONIUS THE GREAf „ 

From Nortes fair to 
Bristol and the Spanish 
Shore, to Oxford's classic 
Halls, he carried in his 
Heart the noble Irish blood, ' 
He lived then on my farm, 
And we wandered there the 
Fairest. He to himself would 
Seep musing. He would often 
Break out with words of 
Rhyme in great eloquence 
He has often spoke of 
Sanding still and see the 
Turks and Spaniards hurl 
The darts of death, and tunl 
To their cups and say 
We are drinking blood 
And we are not of this flesh* 
Here is the fair Indian 
Maid on the western 



2?§ HOURS OF REFLECTION.. 

Shores of Oregon 
She stands. In her 
Hand she holds the 
Healing herb. It extends 
Towards the sister's breast^. 
O she replied. Like this 
Has cured many as 
Frail as they ever were, 
Whole blooming cheeks 
Had faded. I rested 
On her rosy cheeks and 
Her sparkling eye. 
O take this I will swear 
By the sacred Gods»it will 
Kelieve thee of the plague 
O you have from the 
Far Eastern shores. Love 
Come to see this land of 
Sacred Medicine. 
There the God of Nature 
Has placed his laboratory, 
To prepare all medicines. 
Oh how sad you look, 
How pale your cheeks are, 
O I wish to see the fair, 
You make me sad to 
See you cany such a 
Deathlike look. . You will be 
True to your. God, if not, 
My life is at your command, 

: THAN, 

Your kind offer I 
Cannot repair. I place 
Confidence in what you 
Have said, if this will 
Restore what you said 



MOVES OF &EFLSCTIO$, IT? 

%t would, I woukl not 
Re fuse m y hand. My 
Life is -depending on thes, 
There is no one bat thee 
Can help roe. Your 
Words are affecting'. 
Would to God I could 
Entreat thee, and in tha 
Same manner I brought 
Tears in my eye whea 
I heard yo u speak. 
If you do belong to the 
Indian race, I d-espi-se 
Thee not. You are of g, 
Free nation $ can any oae 
Tell me when your race 
Was in servitude? 
Does history tell us I 
O may ail-cosning time 
Advance something mor© 
To the reasoning sages. 
O why ! O why has not 
The remedy been before. 



If the Trojans had from 
The Greek wished to 
Invade their country thirty- 
Years before they did, they 
Might have prepared for 
Such a gieat war. Ten yean 
They were besieged, andftheia 
FelL This time was sad to 
Them* They wished to GodL 
The horse they had neve£ 
Seen ; but some other 
Measures might iiavs 



178 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Been taken to accomplish 

Their design. The Greeks were 

Powerful at this time. It waa 

Pleasure for the soldiers to 

Lay to the Trojan walls. 

If they by chance could 

See fame and sup on 

B'ood, it served them 

The same as wine. 

The life of man was 

Considered no moro 

Than a brute's. They 

Were led on by some 

Ambitious man. 

All his desire was fame. 

EDMUND OF THE WEST. 

I have travelled from this 
World to the olden world ; 
Seen all physicians I ever 
Heard of; any medicines 
Will do me as much 
Good as the Indian 
Would. A fortune I have 
Spent to recover my health J 
I have come over all 
Land and sea to the 
American shores. To hell 
Let them go who turn 
Against their mother country, 
Rawdom, why do you 
Not fight the infernal 
Devils, We will gain their 
Liberty, it will be like 
That which sprung from 
The vaults of hell. Keep 
Them bound, they will 



HOtlgl OF REFLECTION. 17t 

Make good slaves ; they 
Are not capable of 
Taking care of themselves, 
It was desired by the 
God of heaven tbi^ land 
Should be under the 
Dominion of England. 
They are relicts sent from 
England's holy shores. 

JOSEPHISTUS. 

If they were sent from 
Your holy shores, what 
Eight have you over them ! 
None. W e w i 11 s h o w you 
We are capable of 
Taking care of ourselves, 
For all you British 
Officers. What right 
Have you here 1 No more 
Than a devil in- heaven. 
If it is possible for man 
To pollute this land, you 
Have this land. You 
Lost old England, 
Although you all are 
Noblemen to speak. 
You call yourself a prince 
Of nobles, come to America 
To proclaim your authority. 
If you had gone to 
Ireland, who is not able 
At the present time to have 
Their rights, you might 
Speak as you do. . I f you 
Do not leave soon, your 
Countrymen will be obliged 



W$ ■■ Hotras op lEFLircrfrom, 

To take you away a corpse, 

I should like to see her 

Feast on thee. how would" 

Kejoice, you poor contemptible 

English officer. Die, you 

Ought to die three deaths 

And'be three days dying 

Each. You think the American* 

Ought to be slaves to hellish 

England, and there is your 

Duke ; he is a fine rnan^ 

If you would take from 

Him his faults, and that 

Would take all. O he 

Is cold ; one of England's 

Noble sons. O what a noble 

Name, Dick ? His wool 

Must be fine. I do not 

On the man that insulted 

The Americans when he 

Yisited them. You had 

Good success at New Orleans^ 

.1 should think you would 

Want another war with 

The Americans. 

O old John Bull has 

Enough to fight with, 

Look at Ireland; the 

God of Justice will 

Hurl you where Jupiter 

Hurled Lisyphus, and 

Call on Juno to raise 

You from the vaults. 

O happy Gods of Ireland, 

Imps of England, you 

Are as bad as the Jews, 

Who would not own ■■ 



HOtJRS OF REFLECTICJN, 181 

Christ. Your blood 
Would pollute the liquid 
Fires of hell . O corruption 1 
From my sight ! 

ESYMAN FROM THE WEST; 

O they may have the 

Spears of death, and • 

Mighty sceptres, all affects 

Nothing ; they cannot 

Accomplish the least 

Thirty. They may send 

Forth their \v >rds of in-ult ; 

We care notni ig for what 

They say. Their words do 
Not have the brilliant rays 
Like the sun, that illuminates 
. The world ; she may boast 
Of her Homer and Virgil ; her 
Poets are great writers, but 
We have Bacon and Goethe, 
And we have Milton and Byron 
And Shakespeare ! 

STBAGANU3. 

O England, fair and noble 
Soil, she has tried to be 
As noble as Rome, but it 
Is in vain for her to 
Attempt that, for she 
Cannot make Scotland 
Bow. As small as she 
Is, it was by her own 
Will. She joined with 
England, and then it was 
That she was found in bad 
Company. She has wished 
Many times she was free. 
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188 HOUES OF REFLECTION. 

SIB WILLIAM. 

i ■ 

Down with his fair dame. • 
Ou the rolling flames of 
The West with his fail 
Steeds he bore her on. 
. He returned to the sacred 
City, and there on the 
Glittering steeds they 
Rode. He without a 
Farthing sported on her 
Fortune. She felt proud 
To have this handsome 
Suitor by her side. 
He was nothing but a 
Petty teacher. She had 
No desire for fame, 
But to live happy, 
To live as she was 
Told, read whai 
She was told to read. 
She had a noble mother ; 
Her father was a christian, 
He was saved, not by 
Chance. It was decreed. 



Do you think any is 
Saved by chance ? 
People saved by chance ? 

SIR WILLIAM. 

Ko, I do not, but there 
Are some that believe 
Such doctrine. Ail 
Things come by chance, 
If there is a God, he 
Cauies by chance. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 183 

If he does docs not go as 
He causes them to go 
In the lurch. 

This is as consistant a doctrine 
As the Atheistic doctrine ; - ► ■ - 
Save all themselves. Atheists 
Advocate these principles. 
If they should by chance 
Make out to find themselves 
In hell, they must say 
It was by chance they 
Come there. 

RUSSELLETITS. 

O the Bishop, the great 
Venerable and divine, has 
Meditated for many hours 
And come to this conclusion, 
All things from nothing 
Sprung. O how the God 
Of Nature speaks. Do you 
Take from me the honor 
Of creating man from' ; ' 
The earth, and from whence 
Did that substance come, l 
Or all these unknown 
Works that around each 
Other whirl ? Did all 
These spring from nothing ? 
Who is your God, and 
From what source did 
He spring ? We believe 
There is no space without 
Substance. I think your 
Doctrine is false. It shows 
It on the face of it ; all 
Things from nothing 
Sprung, You d© not 



184 HOURS OF EjGFLECTIOK. 

Know whether he created 
This world from nothing, 
And you have no reason 
For such conclusions. 



Has not the God that formed 
This planet here, the same 
Power to form others from 
Nothing. 

RUSSELLETUS. 

It is no reason that 
A thing is formed, that 
It was formed from 
Nothing, because you do 
Not know from what 
Source the substance 
Come. You have no 
Right to say it was 
From nothing. 
I do not deny the existence 
Of a God. We know 
Not his attributes. It 
Is in vain for one to 
Try to tell the world. 
He who will assume 
This will assume the 
Power of God. 

EDMUND. 

© turn from those 
Solemn words. Saj 
No more of God. It 
Makes me tremnle. 
Turn to other thoughts, 
See that fair dame iu 



HOURS OP R1FLBCTIOK. 

The heights of heaven. 
On the marble floor, 
In the giddy dance, 
I know see she has been 
Drinking wine. Her eye? 
Do sparkle, her black 
Hair does curl on her 
White neck. She has 
Sung the best song 
This night I ever heard. 
Next jou will see her ' 
In the vaults of helL 

I had rather oe a 
Servant to a dog, 
And lie on stone and 
Li'-e on the crumos 
Of a nobleman's table, 
Than to live such a life. 
The world of torment is 
Enough, but the nod hell 
Makes her, it makes me 
Tremble ! O to look on 
Her rosy cheeks and her 
Sparkling eyes, and think 
Cf what I have here 
Said, to live such a 
Life as you do, I had 
Rather die a dog. 

1 should have the thought 
That after reflecting as 
Arnold after he had° 
Proved a traitor, I had 
Rather be in Tartarus. 

WOODFORD. 

If I had not, I would 
"Not do the crime 
Again. But now I 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

Am in the work, I 
May as well do all 
I can, for the cares 
Of any one centre in 
A profession. It is 
Their duty to do all 
They can. 

EDMTTND, 

What have you done 
That you would not 
If you had not. 

WOODFORD, 

It is righteousness to 
Tell, but it is wrong. 
1 have been a traitor ; 
I have sacrificed the 
Honor of many an innccent 
One to obtain fame, and fell 
Into dishonor. O I 
Ought not to declare 
It. I am thought to be 
A brave soldier, but they 
Would not give me 
Honor when I ought to 
Have had it. If I 
Had remained as I was 
I would have rescued as 
Much honor for the 
Americans as Washington. 



It is too late for you 
To repent. You are distinct, 
For your name it is a horrible 
Qn*. I had rather be tossed 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 18^ 

Ten years on the spears of 
Devilsthan to take your place. 



I think you had better 
Look something to your modesty. 
This is^very interesting, but 
I think it leads on to 
Infidility. If all things 
Sprung from nothing, and 
The Gods created all things, 
What is it to us. If we 
Only have our due time 
Served us, we know from 
What the first G od, or the 
God of All sprung, and 
What is it to us. Let us 
Live as we ought to live. 
Some drink and some are 
Sober, and all think that 
They are right. O all haij I 
Ye Gods take my spirit 
And reflect it on and 
Love the bishop. 
All this he has drank 
At the fountain of knowledge. 
He is as liable to err 
As well as some that 
Reflect on the destiny 
Of man. Who does not 
Build on hypothesis. 
O there is a God who 
Rules over the destiny of 
Man— who keeps the worlds 
Harmoniously in their 
Revolving courses. Each 
World has a God. and 
Every nation worship 



18S HQU^S OF ^F^ECyiON. 

Some God, but they 
Dont believe he from 
Nothing sprung. The 
Pearling streamers and the 
"Towering pine, the wild 
Beast of the forest cry 
There is a God. , 
Philosophers will acknowledge 
This point, there must be 
A beginning to all things. 
Adieu my noble Lord 
I to morrow will see 
Vpu again. 



I know you are from the 
Best society. That is why 
I wish your company. 
It is not for my interest 
To harm you. 



You hao! ? You intended 
It when you requested 
My company last Chrismas. 
You told Lord'Boane 
Your hellish heart. 
Why do you come 
Here with those falling 
Sirs from the vaults 
Of hell. 

riMiTpj. 

Do you think I am 
A hell myself? 

KANOT. 

I know it. I se© 



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Thee worse than Tartarus, 
The worst of all things. 



I cannot agree with you, 
I think a woman's 
Tongue is worse than 
Ten thousand glittering 
Spears in his heart. 
You know what you 
Have said is false. 
It was not my interest 
To say anything, and 
I never saw Lord Doane. 
You did not understand 
Me, I said you are the 
Noblest dame of all the 
Lords. It was dames 
Instead of Doans. You 
Might have saved yourself 
A great many words if 
You had only reflected 
On what I said. 



I care not what you did 
Say, you may say as much 
As you are a mind to 
About vour dkmS3„ 



HOURS OF REFLECTION, 101 



Lord clasbing, 

Lord Classing in his 
Height of happiness sat 
On a golden sofa with 
His noble goddess. 

It was something remarkable 
For him with them to 
Meet. He by chance did 
See them weep for him. 

I saw his arms extended 
To meet two of them ; 
And they on him did 
Seem to think much. 

On his breast they 
Laid their rosy cheeks. 
Their sparkling eyes to his 
Did extend the rays of love, 

When Classing often from 
Her rosy cheek did 
Whipe the tear that 
By Maville was caused^ 

He first loved Francis 
And theu forsook 
Her and took Mary, 
Who was the sweetest, 

I have seen the noble 
Goddess of Greece and 
Home. Lord Maville wai 
Pleased with Mary of York, 



192 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Many may say what 
They please. I never 
Saw one yet but 
Loved some fair dame, 

O he despises them 

He has been forsaken 

By some, by revenge 

He has sinned against nature. 

Man from the first 
Foundation of the world 
Never saw the time but 
W hat he loved some dame. 

Man has the infamy 
Placed on him, he 
Is a dishonest being 
Of God's creation. 

O what reason have 
You to say, unless from 
The holy scripture, that 
Woman deludes man. 

We know that woman 
To man looks for 
Counsel, and that 
He is the Judge. 

We know by Teading 
The classics, noble goddesses 
Were worshipped. Their power 
Is cursed by the Romans. 

We know that we cannot 
Make many believe 
He was chosen of God 
To save the people. 



Hours of rei lection. 193 

O no longer now regret 
To say that he has 
The power to save 
Man from destruction. 

At first I spoke of 
Lord Classing, with his 
Arms extended over his 
Dame, and was rejoicing. 

O the rolling waves 
And the rising ship 
Are like the earth, 
And are like man's life. 



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HOURS OF REFLECTION. 



FAME, 

t^orrie, I corrimand you 
By ail that is sacred, 
Come with your best 
Fame for hot battle. 

p what is life to honor ? 
IJie, die with me ye 
Noble men of war, die for 
What is sacred in heaven. 

Call you many from 
Their cares, which they 
In the mountains 
For many years shared. 

They are noble. Many I 
Know are noble ; they 
Would not have lived as 
They have, if they were not. 

For your sake they lived 
On bread and water, and 
On the rock slept. O die 
Before you leave them. 

They have manifested 
The hand of a Roman, 
Will you refuse aid, when 
You can bestow it on a friend. 

My rights have been taken, 
I cannot obtain them 
Withou* conquest. We read 
They lost the same in heaven. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 19J 

To youi command, my 
Noble warriors, I am 
Not the one who will 
See a man's rights taken. 

The noble warriois with 

The fiery steeds into the 

Pattie field, came the 

Rebels who polluted the ground. 

Sparta rejoiced when he 
Saw the army coming from 
The mountains to assist 
Him. He offered a^ucrif]ce. 

jrle thought it was his 

Duty to d i so, for it was 

By this means he obtained 

Tne soldiers from J?achas tlie Qreat. 

They contended long with 
Pachas in the battle field 
'They into each other thrust 
The glittering spear and swqrd. 

Each one crying out for 
The spoils. Their commander 
Sold his soldiers. This will 
I give you for victory. 

Like tigers they fought, and 
Supped on the blood for 
Nourishment and cried 
Victory is ours, is ours ! 

He saw he was like 
To be defeated, unless 
He used means he would 
Be massacied by savages. 



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At the time he gave 
These, would the savajjes 
Had the advantage of him 
He in short turned his fate. ] 

Each man was fighting 

For his lite. It was 

Amusement for those 

Who delight in war to see them 

they were so brave 
They could from each other 
Take their hearts and rejoice 
In their noble works. 

He who fears death 
Is not fit for a soldier. 
Have the courage ofa Ceesar 
Or that of Demosthenes, 

1 despise not Demosthenes, 
Although he wcs a coward, 
Although his words would 
Make f»ne think he was brave. 

For his life he plead 
When he was imprisoned. 
Does this not mark the 
Path of a cowa.rd 



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THE BATTLE. 

por heayen ? s sake ye Gods of 
War arouse from your slumbers, 
Spring to your fiery steeds, 
Advance ye warriors, advance I 

Rest not until every sound 
Heart is torn from his body. 
Thrust your glittering spears 
Through their polluted hearts, 

I say advance, for heaven's 
Sake advance, they are strong ; 
Use all your power, or we 
Shall be enslaved. O advance !- 

fight for your rights, your 
Freedom. O your country is 
Invaded. Put the spurs to yoi^r 
Steeds and unto them rush. 

Carry them before they spring. 
Their hearts are on your 
Glittering steel. The holy 
Gods command it of you. 

Will you be enslaved by 
Infidels. No \ God forbid 
It. Born a freeman, will 
A noble Greek be enslaved ? 

The streets were filled with 
Blood. The groans would make 
The walls of hell tremble 
And the old Devil blush. 



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Again they with their 
Fiery steeds advance 
Into the host. Ben exclaimed, 
Hold for heaven's sake hold ! 

The blood was gushing from 
His heart. O save my 
Nation ; with a groan for 
His nation he died happy. 

The host was led by a 

Noble lord. His name was 

Duramville. Ben fell after 

Pulling the glittering spear from his side. 

He was not like Branchmans, 
"Who were drunk with wine. There 
Are some that have no courage 
Without they are half drunk. 

No more were his words heard ; 
His eloquence was telt in the 
Senate halls. He was the 
Best lawgiver and warrior they had> 

O sacred, just and divine. 
From Heaven the last descended 
To amuse mankind, and to 
Raise him to some big station. 

From hell, redeemed by blood 
He arose and was washed by 
Blood through Providence, 
By the way of Purgatory. 

Time chides us on. I 
Have no time to sport 
With my dame in the 
Giddy dance or the merry song. 



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To battle 1 must go — 
No delay on my part. The 
Sound of the war trumpet 
Strikes my ear ; I must go. 

Eugene his brother came ; 

Into wrath he burst forth, to 

See his brother's heart lie on 

The ground, the swine feeding on his body 

He looked like a tiger fed 
On warm blood among 
Tl»e kids let to satisfy his 
Hunger. He spoke ; all before him trem- 
bled. 

He from his sheath drew his 
Sword. Ye noble warriors 
Follow me. We will butcher 
Every rebel before us. 

If you follow me — if you 
Die in the conquest, you die 
With honor and you are immortal. 
If you do not, you will die in grief. 

Every soldier to his arms sprung ; 
A word from every soldier came, we 
Will fight for you ; sacrifice our 
Lives for heaven. Rush ou the foe. 

With Eugene the noble 
W 7 arriors went on their fiery 
Steeds. The rebels cried for 
Quarter. Oh how they cried. 

Eugene replied, I will have 
Revenge for my brother's life. 
They trembled for fear they all 
Should be murdered by Eugene; 



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Give no quarter, ye noble 
Soldiers, to the hell deserving 
Rebels. Carry their hearts on 
Your bayonets before you. 

Sing your songs of victory, 
Which in battle mav make 
The struggle turn in your favor 
With greater praise on your part. 

He is a coward who will 
Stop for blood while in 
Battle ; let them furnish him, 
A flaming cup of rum, 

Sing your song and sport 
In your giddy dance after 
Battle. Those that are saved 
Let them be your slaves for life. 

Scorn them not, Gangrene, 
Because they did not excel in 
Battle ; your arm was strong, wells 
Skilled in war. They are ignorant. 



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EIRGEN. 

From the Atlantic Ocean 
Into the Indian Ocean, to 
The China sea, by the fates of 
A god, Eirgen was driven. 

He went from the Yellow Sea 
To the desert of Sahara, traversed 
The wilds to Central Europe 
With his host that bade him home. 

He was wafted on the tempestuous 
Sea by Zephurus, driven over 
The rolling billows, and his noble 
Ship cutting the briny waves. 

The distant thunder was 
Amusing to him as he was 
Gliding over the billows when 
Running mountains high. m 

The electricity flashing on the 
Concave heavens, served for 
His light in a storm, when 
He escaped the dangerous rocks. 

From his own laboratory, if he 
Could not obtain it from heaven, 
Would send/orth the lightning 
To form light on the black sea. 

He with his magic power and 
Might almost could make gods 
Tremble and angels descend from 
Heaven, and to him pay their homage, 



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As long as he had been 
Tossed on the tempestuous sea, 
"Wafted to and fro by Zephyrus 
On the Euxine's polluted waters. 

The graves of wandering spirits 
On the Euxine sea — his warning 
Of false prophets never, never 
Made him tremble before battle. 

His words ever to his noble 
Soldiers were, "let us conquer 
Or die in honor." Will you 
Pie slaves 1 Great God forbid it. 

P a word from this orator 

Would arouse them from 

Their sluggish movements. 

A word and they would sup blood. 

They would like to see 
The hearts of their foes whirling 
On the glittering spear, extended 
* Towards heaven. Here are the rebels 

They would sing the merry 
Song and sport in the giddy 
Dance, while the swine were 
Feasting on the noble soldiers. 

O to see the swine feasting 
On the human race, which 
By God were designed to 
Jlule the inferior creatures. 



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MAN, 

Man at the first creation 
Was perfect. This is taught 
Us by Holy Writ and 
Established by all nations. 

Degraded by the introduction 
Of sin. Until this was done 
Man knew nothing of sin, 
And better had he been had he not. 

We will not charge God 

With sin, for we know 

God created all things, 

Heaven and earth and the lowest hell ! 

The fears of hell makes men- 
Tremble, and the desire of 
Heaven makes him rejoice, and 
When he gets there he will thank his God. 

He is the highest order of the 
Animal creation, endowed 
With a mind, that he is 
Capable of judging of all. 

He has frame that acts 
And nerves that move him ; 
A body, the blood that passes 
And returns to the heart. 

We will speak nothing of 
The nervous system, but of the 
Mind of man ; without this 
Man is nothing but a brute, 



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Much has been said oil the 

Mind, and I may differ from 

You on this point ; many 

oay the mind is separate from the brain , 

ask in all sense and cause 
What mind can a man have 
When he is deprived of his brain ? 
If this is not conclusive then why 1 

We know that man has no 
Mind without the brain ; thus 
When we act we think, stop 
The action and we cannot think. 

You may take an organ without 

The will. What there to act ? There 

Will be no music ; all is dead. 

There is the body, the brain ceases to act. 

It is the office of the brain to think, 
As we term it, as it is the office 
Of the hand to hold the pen, 
Or to wield the sceptre of power. ■ 

The brain has been examined 
From time to time. Aristotle to the 
Present cannot solve the cause. 
It is somewhere there it dwells. 

There is nothing that leaves 
Man when he leaves the world, 
Except the breath of life, that 
He received when he came into it. 



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296 



She with her thundering 

Eloquence drove her husband 

From his cottage door, for no 

Other cause than that he loved his cupi?, 

He still loved them more. 
The thought that it was wrong 
For him to drink, and 
Still he drinks more wine. 

She stood and drank with 
A swollen neck and bloated 
Cheeks and drank, and 
Said you foolish creature, 

O he in sadness and 
Solitude wept, because 
He could not drink 
With his dame as he thought, 

O there is nothing worse 
Than a treacherous dame, 
Or the thunderings of a woman J s 
Tongue without a cause* 

She from some nobie 
Motive left her cups and 
Advised him to do the same, 
For her own benefit, not his. 

They change the name of tb@ 
Author of all blessings and 
Virt ue and generous deeds 
And bring deceit and woe, 
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208 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

• They have the power 
To do much good, 
Yet more sin fetch 
They than virtue. 

It was by them, we aro 
Told, that sin was 
Introduced. O why 
Do they curse virtue. 

O may the highest 
Angel of the skies descend 
And banish drinking 
And women of deceit. 

From the foundation of 
The Egyptian Empire to 
The present times, all things 
Convince us of the evil of the cup. 

did I say reform ; 

1 think that there is a 
Chance for sin to be 
Descarded from the foundation. 

O it is wrong to sit and 
Sin in melancholy ; 
By this you entice men 
From the paths of virtue* 

O it lessens no more 
The guilt to bow to his 
Superior ! No great stoic 
With all the great respect. 

O may you take 
Trie sweet wine from 
Her rosy lips, and 
What did you then find. 



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She to one declares her 
Love, and the other the 
Same, and at last 
She is described the same. 

O boast not of your 
Virtues ! The wises t and 
The best may fall and 
What others have may you. 



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ON A MAN OF POMP 

There is a man, noble in form, 
Ferocious, like some rude man 
Who calls himself a bully, he 
Looks more like a bull than a sage. 

His head looks like some idiot's 
That walks the streets of Rome, 
For many years his father kept 
Him within the classic walls. t 

Thus like a swine he obeyed 
His keepers words, good or bad, 
And never had a thought of his own, 
JSutxiidas his father told him. 

O for heaven's sake deliver me 
From such a school, where such 
A fool has been ; who is bound 
Because his father desires. 

Kings and queens have been 

Led to this belief and carried 

It out to the full extent. 

And not more fully than in our day. 

" O lovely child f his father says 
He is immortal, and so his 
Mother thinks ; and they are the 
Only ones who do. 

He thought he knew something of 
Love. A fair dame by him 
Was courted, but her father 
Thought his blood not noble enougk. 



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He knew something of principle, 
And yet he was so vile that 
He thought his own conversion 
Would bring him sorrows. 

At last his father took him 
Home to feed stall cattle and 
Tend the still tab, for yet he drank 
Wine like a British soldier. 

He was a noble man in the eyes 

Of some, for he attended the 

Church and the priest ; think no 

Less of him because he went to church, 

He condemned all sectarianism. 
He was the strongest, yet I 
Could swim as far as he, 
So yet he must be weak. 

His father got so he could trust 
Him out of the stall, the same 
As some will trained animal of 
The low brute creation. 

He thought his name was 

Good, and would give 

It when requested by 

Any one of his particular friends, 

He appeared to know 

All men's business 

Better than his own, 

And attended to theirs better, 

They would not pay 
Him for the time 
He spent in finding 
Out their choicest secrets, 



21© HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

He would, when he had 
A chance to meet a 
Man, ask what is the 
Best business to embark, 

O he was far from 
Turning soldiers into lawyers, 
Cobblers into priests, and 
Farmers into teachers. 



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ON MY RETURN TO COLLEGE. 

Once more heaven has been aroused 

From her slumber. Archangels thunder 

Comes roaring along to give intelligence 

That near was deliverance. The flying 

Artillery over the blazing walls of hell 

Escaped. The trumpet to his 

Mouth was placed, and thus he 

Spoke: Fall back ! all ye who 

From this realm have fled, 

Ye have stained my altars with 

Your polluted blood. You think 

By forming conspiracy you can 

Dethrone me. The devil blushed 

When this he heard, so frank he 

Spoke, and thus he replied : 

You know all things that I 

Before my expulsion knew 

And before I undertook to contend 

Against such a king. I only thought that 

you 
Was nothing but a king, but I 
Will own that thou art a God. 
In mourning he passed back to 
Erubus, saying to his subjects, 
That it is wrong to fight against 
Such a king. He to his people 
Pointed out the ship which with 
A silver chain from heaven was 
Raised, and safely piloted it to the 
Shores Gf happiness. Then with the 
Golden cup with the wine of France 
He supped. We are destined 
To remain here : it is in vain 
For us to think of dethroning such 



213 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

A lung. I saw a li<iht from 

Heaven descend wnh a goldpn 

Glow. It wiis carried. It bore 

Resemblance to purp oxygen on 

Fire set. At first it d rz^ieH my 

Eyes. Long I beheld the lisiht 

The dimmer it grew. It faded. 

No more these sparkling eyes did 

Seeni lo me as if a comet 

Had first appeared. O she into 

my embraces kindly fell. Her pure 

R< d lips rooked up in token of 

F; i< nclship ; sihe Kindly left me 

Then and turned npon me her 

Sparkling eyes expressive of intelligence. 

The thun it ring- of heavm and lli'J 

Groaning- of hull would not 

Make her benr my company. 

when I wns about lo leave her 
For Italy, h< r eyea did stem to 
Start from their sockets. From them 
The tears run over her rosy 
Checks; rc;r heart cli I throb 

With such force to nil appearance, 
Not but short time it could 
Fulfil its office. O when 

1 saw this, O, O, O, then she 
Had my sympathy, if the devil 
Has not helped her to this deceit. 
She was dressed in the richest robes, 
Fr >m the highest class of Scotland 
In America. I ?aw that 

She was accomplished in all 
Things. She of wars would converse, 
On State affairs she would hold 
Counsel ; by her eloquence she 
Would amuse the audienco. 



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If they were Americans she spoke of 

liberty. 
She would scan the heavens 
And in the deep researches 
Of uature to Nature's God she 
Could go. But ah ! she had 
That sympathy when once she 
Had application, she flourished. 
By a lord she was courted ; 
He, like Lord Byron, could 
Mind their operation. This wa§ 
All he knew. He won her 
Affections, then left her when 
He had done so s -hopeless. 
How she looked! Her 
Eyes like serpent'.* sparkled 
Like flashes oflight. Such 
Groans, such sounds, like 
The distant thunder, grand ! 
Her glittering dagger entering 
Her holy heart.! O she from 
Her head threw a black * 

Glistening lock, which once 
In ringlets hung on her 
White marble neck. O when 
I returned, a friend told 
Me what was the cause of it. 
It made my blood curdle 
In my veins to see what 
That direful lord had done. 



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ON A BOTANIC PHYSICIAN. 

As I was travelling to Saratoga 
One day with a physician, 
I heard him talk of his learning. 
He believed in Mesmerism and clarvoy- 
ance. 

He by this means tried to cure 
All the di-ea<es ihatcame in his 
"Way. He would tell ihe patient he is 
Past the help of man in medicine. 

He boasied of his miraculous 
Success; in Tact he was the 
Servant, the clarevoiant did the 
Cure, and he stole the honor. 

O horrible ! to take man's blood 
]s wiong ; I doit myself in 
Case of necessity, as in case of 
The blood rush on the brain. 

the poor botanic from that 
On to phrenology, he could 
Prove it by Mesmerism, hi3 
Clarevoiant proved to be true. 

O the poor botanic and his 
Clarevoiant, with a dose of the 
Third preparation, cured a 
Man of the Consumption. 



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They let Nature cure the disease 
And from God's labaratory they 
Steil their fame, saying, " This 
Is my wisdom." Oh shame I 

O he bowed to me and 

Yielded his principles as a 

Fiery sleed does yield to 

The rider, or the tempests of the Gods. 



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THE COBBLER- 

She with her lovely 
Countenance from him 
Did hnsten thus. He to 
Her embarrassment did look. 

His friends rejoiced and have 
Mourned tears at his mishap, 
And they down the blooming 
Cheeks did roll to the ground. 

He mother said, Q daughter 
What have you done, O what 
Have you done. Thrown yourself 
Away, O horrible ! ye goddessei t 

Who was adored by all the 
Sages of the day, to give thyself 
To a Cobbler. noble mother, 
She said, it is love that miices mt, 

You love ! O fie for shame* 
You mean nothing of that, 
Yet you only think of it 
Not out of you. O horrible ! 

Talk of connubial life or 
Go to Egpyt. I would go to the latttt 
Although it was with some noble 
Lord, then I would be contented, 

O mother give me my choice^ 
lhad rathei live with the 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 217 

Cobbler in a hut than with 

A lord in a marble temple without love. 

O her appealing to her mother's 
Sympathy with tears in her eyes 
Made her submit. O horrible ! 
Can'st thou not withhold thy love ? 

Next come her uncle with 
Vengeance in his sparkling eyes ? 
You shall not marry that 
Cobbler by the holy poker, 

see the lovely dame, 

She struggles, she is pale - 

As death — her blood ceased to 
Flow, but at last she revived. 

She aroused from her excitement, 

1 will marry by the powers of love, 
Or I will spill the last 

Drop of innocent blood in my heart, 

O what determination for that 
Dame, it is equal to the ancients 
Who carried in their own hands, 
The destinies of Empires ! 

A few weeks of sadness to her broken 
Heart rolled by — the castle bell 
Tolled her funeral dirge; she 
Died a victim at follies shrine. 



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HOURS OF aSTLECTIOKY 



On the surface" 

Of the sparkling 

Water which finds 

Its way through the 

Forest, and over the 

Roaring cliffs and 

On the winding valley 

And rolling plain, 

I had roamed— all 

For amusement, alone : 

Not a friend was with 

Me. I thought they were 

All foes, and yet my 

Friends were treacherous 

And yet true. I could 

Not find one when I 

Wanted assistance. Three 

Days I locked myself 

In my room, and no 

One did I see. Five 

Hundred times I 

Wrote at midnight 

And rode my steed 

Over the rugged crags, 

No one could follow me. 

My songster's were the hooting 

Owl, the barking Fox, 

And the howling Wolf; 

My company were 

Tigers, and wild beasts, 

And yet they seemed friendly. 

No human being was 

So friendly as they were 

They had a furry coat, 



HOUUS OF KEFLECTION. §1§ 

And my meat was venison 

On my coat I rested, and tke 

Venison, [ feasted upon 

The weeds of Autumn were waving 

The towering pines over me 

And the howling of wolves 

Made me sweet enjoyment-, 

I had rather hear these things 
Than all the boasted eloquence 
Of mind. There can be no 
Comfort to man when they are 
In a rage. There is but one 
King that will please them 
They will not be counselled 

1 would rather live with the 
Wolves than with a wild 
Wilful woman. I could 
Go to my enjoyments then 
In peace and no one to 
Howl worse than the wolf, 
And drink my cup of wine 9 
And no one to say why w do 
You so ? And build my 
Bed of straw where I 
Wished, and join in 

Mirth and song, where 
I wish all this, is not 
Pleasure to me, I feel 
As if it was in the 
Vaults of Tartarius wafted 
By Erubus on the liquid 
Sulphur and the glittering 
Sceptre. 

I saw a flash of fire 
Come from her eyes 
As bright as those 
Rays which are sent 



220 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

From the noon day sun 
Ship, as she is drifted 
By the tempest on the main. 
Her form was noble 
As fair as the Egyptian 
Goddess, thus as the 
Dame that they chose 
To be represented in a 
Column to support 
Their towering temples. 
When I saw her, she 
Was mad ah ! how her 
Eyes did flash and send 
Forth fire. She by a 
Noble Lord was courted. 
FTe sought her hand only 
To accomplish his intent, 
To get her money. He 
Promised to marry her 
[f she would give her 
Hand. She thought lie 
Was honest. But oh ! 
lie proved treacherous- She 
Strove to overcome her 
Feelings. She strove for a 
Long time — but she strove 
In vain. It made her insane. 
When she heard his name 
Her eyes would sparkle. 
O horrible, she would sav, 
The vault of Embus are 
Too g. od for him. He 
Ought to be bound in 
Fluid sulphur when alive, 
Until his sfnses left him. 
Would to Heaven that I could 
Find language to express m^ 



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Not obtain revenge. O 
It looked like a sheet 
Of fire waving on the 
Mast of some tall 
Ship. Then she would 
Sit on her golden sofa and 
Rest her head on her hand, 
And with the other wipe from 
Her eyes and rosy cheeks 
The bitter tears of misery. 
Her^nly desire waf, that 
Justice might overtake 
Him, who had thus 
Treacherously deserted her. 
But she ought to have rendered 
Good for evil. He was 
The first violator. She 
Thought, I know noi what, 
But one thing is impossible. 
It was wrang that this 
Lord should make this fair 
Dame thus insane* 
But thus it was to be, 
And they are now singing 
Their songs in Tartarus. 



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THE BATTLE 

Last night I saw a 
Terrible battle at just 
Twelve o'clock. Ten 
Thousand footman 
Come into the riuld. 
And horsemen full 
Five hundred. TIk '<> 
Steeds rushed on 
Their foes, as a tiger 
would for blood. 
The soldiers fought 
Like brave warriors. 
Three thousand men 
Victorious in war fell, 
And bled for their 
Country. In the 
Dattles did their 
Steeds thirsted for 
Blood. They drank 
The arterial blood, 
And in actions did 
Ask for more. The 
Thunderings of the 
Cannon, and the 
Sounding of the war 
Trumpet was ama zing- 
To me. And they 
Would wave the 



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Flag of fire. Their 
Motto was " Let us 
Conquer, or die 
In ihe battle-field.' 5 
" Die for our country," 
Born freeman and 
Die Slaves ? Heaven 
Forbid it ! Let us 
Die freemen, if we 
Die at all ! Die in 
The battle field ! 
I stood on the 
Rugged cliff and 
Swayed a blade of 
Fire. By me 

Passed within three 

Inches of my eye. 

I was astonished 

To think— to think 

That they would i ; J 

Fire on me where 

I stood on the rugged 

Cliff. I did not 

Give them any 

Offence. I was 

Standing there for 

Amusement, it was 

Enough to move ones 

Blood, to stand and 

See the warriors fight, 

At last the invaders 

Retread. Fifteen thousand 

Entered the field, 

Only three left it, 

AH the steeds and 

Chariots that the 

Generals rode fell, 



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Bleeding to the ground, 
And all the warriors - 
3ut three thousand. 
Lost their loins for 
Nothing but superstition. 
O, will you my noble 
Countrymen, can you 
Risk your life on 
Superstition. Hold 
To your own doctrine 
If you know it is '**3j 
Right. ^ This night 
Was a'ferrible night 
For these two nations. 
Neither of the armies 
Conquered or left 
The field with dishonor 
At first one had the 
Advantage at last, 
By retreating, he 
Gained it. I saw ^ 
Tliexn quiver w hen on 
The glittering steel, their 
Hearts were resting. 
No more their voice was 
Raised, or heard on 
The distant hill. 
All was sad when 
They retreated. No more 
Could you hear the 
Trumpet of war, nor 
The stepping of the fiery 
Steeds on^the rugged 
Cliffs. All appeared 
Like the silence of 
Death. The whole 
Country was in 



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Mourning—- some for 
Their friends, and some 
For their disappointments 
In not gaining the 
Conquest. Infidels 
As well as Christians 
Wished to obtain 
Dominion. V\ here ! 
Oh where can they find 
Rest? Where is there 
Not superstition ? As much 
With the Christian as 
Any other sect. And 
From them no knowledge 
Sprung. He told of one 
Charge by some, and 
Thereby others which 
Are we to believe. Why 
Flave we not reason ... 
To believe there was -- 1 ** 
No deiuge before wars 
Time. We have history 
From China as well as 
From Greece and Rome 
And Great Britain. 
Enough to convince 
Us there was a deluge 
Before Noah built the 
Ark Has not China 
History, and who will 
Refuse such facts as 
Are found there. They 
Are as good as those 
We get from Greece. 
All this is nothing but 
Superstition. The older 
Epiets fell on account 



226 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

Of their superstition. 
If there have been ten 
Thousand deluges what 
Matters that to us. Let 
Us do right. If there 
Is one sent we cannot 
Turn it. O our fates 
Are all made permanent 
By the high hand of Heaven, 
As it was by the noble 
Generals, when they 
Into the battle field 
Had come. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 22? 



AN INFIDEL IN LOVE, 

As the concave heavens 
This one was charming 
To the eye. The planets 
Of different works. The 
Same Susanna sent 
Forth the rays from her 
Sparkling eyes to give 
Light to her charms, 
That shone before her 
Lover's eyes. Where 
He saw their lays he 
Rejoiced, and wept, 
Because he had no£ 
Seen these eyes before. 
Well he might weepy 
When he was told 
Of them. He would 
Not strive to raise the 
Clamor of devastation; 
He mourned, and many 
Rejoiced at his misfortune, 
O this is right if he is 
An Infidel. Help him, 
No! And if he had 
Reason for his guide 
Why should we condemn' 
Him. But let him 
Be directed by the 
God of Reason, and 
Then you may be sure 
That the unknown spiffs 
Wandering through th© 



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Depths of Tartarus or 
Those that stop atElysian 
Can never make him 
An Infidel. O I 
Have a mind to be 
Free — I will not be 
Enslaved by some 
Bigotted Priest, when 
They often do so when 
They can. And they 
Think they are doing 
(xods will. O 1 would 
Not be enslaved as 
Other sages have been. 
If I need a leader, there 
Is one in Heaven. He 
Who will be deluded without 
Learning is a fool ! 
Yet one who thinks for 
Himself and founds 
A doctrine should 
Hold to it. 



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REVENGE. 

As Juno was 
Revenged at 
Pallas, her wrath was 
Forever against Paris. 

Although her fame 
Was spread through 
Many countries, 
Yet she would not forgive. 

Venus as well as Pullas 
Insulted Juno as 
She thought, although Juno 
Whs a qoble Goddess. 

Ah, she knew the Greeks 
And Romans were 
Abroad, but Paris 
Denied her the prise of beauty. 

She sought Revenge, 
Her wrath was placed 
Against the Trojans, 
It was not pleasing. 

As Mars was not 
Adored by the Hellenic 
Tribe, Juno was 
Not by Paris the same. 

As Juno was employed 
By Jupiter to attend 

The dying females, while * I 

He attended to their souls, 
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230 HOURS OF REFLECTION, 

As often as the 
Dames practising jilting, 
Jupiter described her people . 
As vain and sinful. 

As Euripides was from 
The wisest parents, he 
Ought to be heard when 
Speaking to Pythogorus of Samoa. 

If he was the founder of 

An Italian school 

Of Philosophy, he is to 

Be honored more than gold. 

He was wise — and a just 
Poet. He did much for 
His country. He who does 
The most deserves fame. 



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Your honor, Sir, Mr. M . You 

wished me to write you when I ar- 
rived home. 

HAPPINESS. 

With you on Sunday 

Morn did meet, when I 

By chance a noble dame 

Did see in solitude and solemnity. 

Her sparkling eyes and rosy 
Cheeks made me enquire 
The cause of her solitude, when 
She could society have. 

she wiped the tear 
From her eye when I 
Approached the question. 

1 have no friends nor money. 

You know, your honor, 
Al that lime of five dollars 
You thought nothing. I gave 
Her pounds sterling on departure, 

O she was a goddess, 
Greater than any of Greece. 
O may Rome boast of 
Her fame. O give me her. 

She was learned in all the 
Ancient literature. No 
Poets nor historians but 
What she was familiar. 



232 . HOURS OF REFLECTION. . 

In the merry song 

And the giddy dance 

She was familiar 

With and gave up sporting. 

O you saw me with' 
Her for many an hour. 
If you saw me when 
You did you would laugh 

You saw us when we 
Were amused and 
Engaged in conversation ; 
You oan't accuse of evil doing. 

You may think what 
You please ; I swear she 
Is a good goddess, by 
The gods of heaven I swear. 

By all the pow r ers'of heaven 
He is what those sparkling 
Eyes this moment tell 
That she is a goddess. 

you honor you had 

A felon's thought ; I could 
See it in your eve. She 
Placed confidence in me. 

You was jealous because 

1 took the parting kiss 
From her rosy cheek, which 
You could not obtain. 

O the first time I saw 

This dame, I knew she 

Was a noble one, who 

Would cheer the sage of solitude. 






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O ye poets and orators 
Where is your happiness 1 
Is it en the stage^ 
Or with the goddesses ? 

From high heaven 

They weie hurled, to 

Add happiness to life. 

Without them man would sorrow. 

We sported in the giddy 
Dance and the merry 
Song before we parted ; 
She fell on to my bosom. 

Can you, my honor, 
As more of a dame 
Than this. We live 
For happiness. 

O may you sport at 
Eve, and women over the cliffs 
And up the winding vale 
And find happiness. 

O what is happiness ? You 
May have your pounds and 
Your eames, yet there is ssomething 
Asking at your heart for more. 

O happiness is that 
Which I have sought 
For many a day and hour, 
Seldom found it, 

O you saw us when 
W 7 e parted. She told 
Me there was affliction ; 
O you jealous thing. 



234 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

You and all the spirits 
Over head looked on me 
As I tried to defend this 
Noble goddess as I did. 

This goddess came \relcomed 
Home to her father's house 
Where every thing 
Would be plenty and free. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 237 



THE FEMALE PREACHER. 

She to develop her mind 
With all her classes 
Would converse and read 
All the works of philosophy 
And write on the bad 
Condition of her own 
Country. Bad management. 

She often spoke of Rome ; 
Her eyes would sparkle 
When she heard £ataline 
Praised. She wept for 
Their ignorance when 
They placed him for 
His virtues in Rome. 

She wept. O it was 
A horrible sight to 
See them weep, to 
See the time and 
Fortune she had spent, 
And at the last 
She left no fame. 



She around with them 

Sit ; as true sincerity as 

The Romans did in sackcloth 

And ashes, when they 

Were paying homage 

To the gods of 

War and resurrection. 



236 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 



ON CALLING ON A FALSE 
FRIEND. 

O never did the infernal 
Devil, when he his kingdom 
Held and the office of a 
Secretary, never was such 
A savage ever recorded on 
Hell's fiery registry. False as 
You are, would to God you 
Never will get to heaven, 
For you will raise a war 
For nothing more than your 
Heilish looks and acts. 
You may end so in disobedience 
As much. Who is offering 
Up my blood ! The sacred 
Gods in their marble temples, 
Lounging on their golden couches 
And snapping the sparkling 
Wine from the diamond 
Cup, at the same time 
Eectifying wrath at the fourth 
Kate, that it might produce 
Death with one act. 
The oath of Judas to his 
Father would not dampen 
His ardor ! the temptation 
Of Eve would not turn 
Him from his treacherous 
Course. He would give 
A passenger a bill to heaven, 
And the same would 
Conduct him to hell. 
No grumbling, he replies, 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 237 

Your bill is paid ; all 
Is right ; the r 'poor deluded 
Traveller receives his chance, 
And it is a sad one. 
Heaven turned into floating 
Hell, and for his wine, 
Liquid sulphur. Pleasure 
Turned into horror. O 
Ye gods of happiness 
Where are you : arouse 
From your slumber. cheer 
Me, These, with those aiound 
Me are cold^and dark ; 
All now is desolate. 

my friends are gone, 
Gone. I will die before 

1 will weep for a traitor ; 
Too proud to bow to obtain 
Friends. He who will do 
It is a fool and a slave. i 
Condemnation and adoration 
Are fostered Jr/a hellish; 
Hearf or'a treacherous 
Goddess, yet Llove a 
Treacherous goddess more 
Than an honest fool, 

For she well knows how to 
Act her" part. If Byron 
Did marry one, he did not 
Love. And Shakspear 
Got one that was nearly 
Haifa score older than 
Himself; that is no rule ^ 
For others to go by, or shall 
Clara, the golden goddess. * 
What is sin in one may 
Be holiness in another. 
O where is the holy and 



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238 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Virtuous. O for heaven's sake 
Tell me, I have been 
Wandering for years after 
Him. O I be blind on 
The road to the vaults of 
Hell ! Eternal hell ! 
O this goddess leaves weeping 
And roves from door to ( 
Door begging her bread. 
On his account her father's 
Temple door was closed 
Against her. She knew 
The law, but transgressed it. 
O I try to think the immortal 
Gods of earth form a hell 
For this man that is ten 
Degrees hotter than the one 
Plutus has bis dominion over. 
O ye gods, who have regard 
For the vicissitudes of the 
Human race, O I beseech 
You in the name of heaven 
Sink him in chaos. The 
Fears of hell cannot dissolve, 
And let his soul be toasted 
By the devils with their glittering 
Spears. O now let his _ 
Groans be heard in the 
Golden walls of Paradise. 
If it is so let them all 
Rejoice that he is in hell ! 



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239 



LOVE SICK DAMES 

all ye goddesses of 
The green rugged cliff. 
This night to thee I 
Bid adieu. O would to 
God that my spirit 
Could rove through 
Those arches 

Of nature, where 
Those lovely gems 
Are illuminated 
By the king of night 
When fools are in 
Repose and sages 
Meditating within 
The sacred walls of 
Castleton, or the 
Sacred goddesses over. 
The green cliffs of the 
East, or the sparkling 
Water at their feet 
Does flow can I 
Behold. If I had 
Not I would not, but 

1 have. O here is my 
Hand or one hundred 
Pounds. Deliver me 
From love sick dames ; 
I had rather have my 
Soul rest in hell than 
To have the wrath 

Of one rest on me ! 
For I should never 



240 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

Expect to be free. 
If I do differ from 
The rest of the human 
Race, it is in accordance 
With nature. If I 
Should violate that 
Law I should excite 
The wrath of God. I 
Am for peace with Gocl, 
Man and the devil. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 241 



SUNSET 

those long 
And extended 
Glimmering rays, 
Which have vibrated 
For many a day 
Each one as it 
Revolved. The noble 
Glow which behind 

It left, there the 
Spirit of love roved 
And reposed. O 

1 did not know 

T he power of love' 
Until I was placed 
On the distant coast. 
Where I could not 
Place my hand on 
The blooming rose 
And see you wipe 
The affectionate tears 
From the rosy cheek. 
O the sparkling eyes 
Would send the 
Rays of piercing love 
O to God that I 
This night could 
Be with thee and 
Pluck the rich laurels 
O I never expect 
Again to see thy 
Rosy cheeks and 

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242 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 

The glimmering rays 
That are sent from 
Thy black Italian 
Eyes and place my 
Hand on thy blooming 
Breast, and from 
This golden cup sup 
The glistening wine 
"With thee. O fair 
Maid of the green 
Glens and rugged 
Cliffs, where we have 
Roved and pluckea the 
Laurel by the rays 
Of the moon which 
Illuminated our path, 
And there is no one 
The wiser, for they s 
Never heard our thoughts. 
Signs are as good as 
Words and sometimes 
Better, when there are 
Spies in the camp, as 
There is in all men 
You know. He was f 
Revenged. I thought 
No harm, when I in 
Your company sought. 
Nor did I care, I 
Never saw that man 
I would ask pardon ; 
And to every one I 
Will pay due respect. 
O heaven where am 
1, what am I about; 
Am I in the vaults 
Of hell, feasting on 
The sacred souls of 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 243 

Heaven. If I am, 

I am miserable. 

Since I those sparkling 

Eyes, I have left 

I never have said 

I loved, and never 

Will, yet I have seen 

Thee there, I would 

Give my life, if it 

Were requested, to 

This goddess. 

But she is gone, 

And I am free, and 

Care not for my 

Sake any more on 

This golden cup, and 

The nine will chase 

Me as much as 

You have. Angels 

And sacred gods 

This silly thing have 

Done. Alexander 

Wept for more worlds 

To conquer. Sages have 

Fell victims to this monster 

Which the Queen controls. 

He is more solitary at 

The midnight, as 

Philosophers and old divines, 

O hour ! horrible to all ^ 

The midnight scenes ; 

Angels trembled, blood 

From their breasts flowed, 

Groans that make the 

Golden overhanging skies 

Resound. I have your 

Vow, ego apapa spalvi, as 

It bv vour onlv hand 



244 hours or reflection. 

On your blooming- 
Cheek. I«saw in 
Those eyes deceit., as 
I thought, and time 
Will prove all things. 
Your words in my 
Youth did sway my 
Mind. You had 
Failed in one point, 
You may in another. 

I have oftentimes 
Seen myself riding 
On the rolling waves 
Of fire, about to lodge 
On the rugged cliffs of 
Hell. I should rather, 
For choice, have rested 
There than in your 
Bands. I would have 
Been more "horror than 
Pleasure. O give rffe 
The reverse. Yet I like 
The blooming dame, or 
Goddess as you say I 
May call her. If 

She can arouse me 
From solitude, that is 
All she deserves that I 
Know of. If dames or 
goddesses will cure it, 

1 will foot the bill. It 
Takes fourteen years service, 
But she is to be mine, 

If she can find me 
A bill of divorce, she 
May be free and practice 
Without such acts. 
• You cannot expect a 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 245 

Recompense. All those * 

Counsellors without success 

Have the same. 

It is not right, but 

Every one to his profession, * 

Without compensation 

The physician is compelled 

To practice. You must 

Obey the laws of right 

And wrong, if God 

And man has made them, 

We have fools to make 

Our laws for sages to 

Go by. The election of 

President and nullifler 

Has put this nation 

Back for ten years, 

If not fifty, and by 

Some they are called 

Gods, while they disown 

Some other name. ^ 

I hen, my holy goddess. 
To thee as long as I 
Dissipate no one but 
The sacred Gods do 
Know when we shall 
Meet. O we are parted ; 
When, O when shall we 
Meet again. I condemn 
Thee not, but he who 
Has led your mind from 
Realities to fiction, and 
Represented fables fir 
Sacred truth. O you 
Are on the golden chain 
That binds you and him. 
It cannot be broken ; 

1 would not if I 



246 hours of reflection. 

Could, for it would 
Make both miserable. 
It is on your account 
, I care for him. 

He has fetched horrors 
On thee. O reflect not 
On the past, but cheer 
Thyself in hope that 
You may, in coming 
Time, rove in the 
Distant glen, and 
Sit on the bank of 
Purling brooklets, and 
Rove over the rugged cliff. 
O weep not at your 
Misfortune ; there is 
A God that will crown 
You with glorj . 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 217 



TO LORD B- 

The sun bright rose. 
On high Olympus 
Rested, and the rays 
Of the glimmering 
Moon this night on 
Me do rest — and * 
With a milder gleam 
Since I from you turned; 
And have come ; 
And like those if 
I had" the power of 
Jove I would thrust 
Them to hell or the 
River Po. [ have not, 
So let the poor devils 
Go. If you minded 
All every one said, 
I would not. A lord 
Weep and beg for his 
Head ! There is one 
Whose name I will 
Not mention, for he 
Is beneath my notice, 
Bat wishes me harm, 
You know him, and 
R is the first and the 
Last letter of his name. 
for God's sake dine 
With the devils for you 
Will have sulphur in 



248 EOURS OF REFLECTION. 

- The liquid sta<e for 
Your diink. I have 
Seen him nine times 
Drink in a week, and 
Vomit on his dames 
Blooming breast. 
No harm on his part, 
For the fool paid the 
Bi'l with change h'e 
Left on rosy carpet, and 
Silk as he was prostrated 
On the floor he coukl 
Not speak no more 
Than I, when her 
Father fed her and 
She licked her hand. 
She wept while he wr.s 
Rolling on the marble 
Desk. She was a 
Native with black and 
Long hair, black face 
And eyfs. O he thought 
Her a Goddess. You 
Must make allowance 
For his natural propensities 
And education. I should 
Think you would when 
You see his 
Ossa nns ; r. I do 
Not wish to say 
- Anything disre?prctive 
Of his nation. If he 
Is right and obtained 
A black nature when he 
Thinks himself white. 
When he is drunk 
O let us pray to Argus, 



HOURS OF RET LECTION. 

Jupiter, Juno that he 

Would not like to 

Have us pray to Ocyracho 

Because he was transformed 

Into a mare pledged 

To the holy Gods, and 

Apollo for a reformation, 

For Jupiter knows you 

Could not make him 

Worse. O let the poor 

Devil take his nativity 

And a crown, and to 

Tartarus go, You may 

Think for yourself what 

This crown will be 

O when the king of 

The fire steps on the 

Earth. She groans when 

She the holy plains 

Polluted by devils. Th/y 

Weep and sigh. 

O I could rejoice 

To be allowed to see ray 

Cur pull his heart 

And loins offtis 

Btaod would not 

Take his life. It 

Would be worse than 

Dying. Let his soul 

Be petrified in the 

Euxine, be preserved to reside 

In Hell for eternity. 



248 



2&Q hours of rrflection. 



AGAPA. 

O thou art more 
Powerful than the 
Revolving Electricity 
Of the great Jehovah* 
Who with it came, 
Make the Heavens 
And the earth tremble, 
O a true Zantach 
Son of Philosophy. 
They head is a dimond, 
Thy breast of marble. 
Thine extremities of 
Liquid coals — firm 
As the fuots'ool of Dens 
More powerful than 
Jove ever was. O 
Guilty of the crime 
Of transforming Sages, 
Or magicians into 
Beasts. O words 
Cannot express thy 
Glory, thy power. 
Mortal man cannot 
Lock you any more 
Than he can on the mighty 
King who rises in the east, 
And makes his way to 
The west, rolling golden 
Waves and leaves a 
Sign that gives us hope*, 
He will again appear. 
As soon as man behold* 
His power and glory he 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 251 

Dazzles his eye and turns 
His eyes towards the ground 
And blushes and resolves, 
O glorious king of day, j 

She in her mansion sits, 
And with her diagrams 
Explains the course, the 
Planets around the sun 
When they leave and return* 
O her glittering head 
Will turn the wandering 
Soul as the magnetic 
Pole, will the tottering needl®* 
She is good counsel as 
The imperial chamber 
Of Germany can furnish, 
O thou sweet solicitor 
O thou fairest of the eas% 
Wiser than the king of 
Egypt, must thou die 
That thou art not crowned 
A Goddess of fame and 
Made immortal, I must 
Wonder Thou art worthy 
Of a kingdom of thine own. 
O Heaven did you an 
Your onward course prove 
Prosperous. True the frown 
Of hell will molest and 
Offend thee. Take this 
Ring until we meet again, 
May this be a sign to Agapa. 



252f HOURS OF EEFLECTKaf* 



TO CHARLEB. 

At a well turned ship 
From a safe port does 
Sail, their sails all furled 
To the breeze on the sea. 

After many days cruising 
She returned. She had parted 
The waters of many briny 
Waves, and baffled many a storirs. 

Her sails were torn from 
Her mast ; her compass would 
Not traverse ; she was drifted 
Back to port by the mighty tempest. 

"With Charles, as this ship, 
He with ten thousand pounds' 
From the shore of prosperity 
Started, all for a noble dame. 

They on the sparkling waters 
Did glide, and from the fountains 
Of happiness drank the pure crystal 
Water of sorrow, which they moved thro 7 . 

They on the highest top of 
Honor did stand, in the first 
Of society, wealth placed hirn 
There more than his wit. 

All thearitos and bragrides 

He Was familiar. His dame 

Was amused to see him take 

Her pounds and spend to her happiness. 



She thought not but his gold 
Would last as long as ;Iied 

To use it. There must be an 
Income, or at last your money goes. 

Time and tide carried 

On the tempestuous sea, i i 

Short time they arrive at ; . ir 

Harbor, where wretchedness meetsthe'm. 

O this traveller they n v ?r wished 
To meet, they had got b 

Rapid current. It was in vain 
For him to endear _..- to chi 

He had been drifting on the sea 
For a long time ; his sails were 
Gone, he had no rudder to guide 
His ship to the harbor of happiness. 

He saw his fate, he was astonished ; 
Not aware of his ship being aground, 
His pilot was fillecl with wine and 
Gut of the latitude did run. 

She sighed, she groaned and wept, 
To think of such a contrast. 
Fxom the highest circle of life 
To that of a slave ; yes worse. 

As they were in the golden 
Chariots on the rosy clouds, 
In the concave heavens they 
Were amused by archangels. 

Many an hour she has spent 
iianpiiyin The giddy dance, 
S w i ngi ng with C h a rles. They 
Never thought of adversity or solitude. 



254 HOURS OF REFLECT?^. 

Man's sweetest taste of siny 
And the dame of solitude, 
Without these lessons they 
Are not qualified for happiness, 

If tliey had learned these things 
before they on the sea of time 
Had entered, they would not have 
Thought they were in hell when in heav'n, 

O it was enough to make the 
Midnight assassin weep to 
See this dame with her ros^ 
Cheeks on his breast. 

He put his arm around her waist 
And wiped the tears from her cheek. 
With a smile he spoke, O 
Do not die in despair. 

With his second estate he 

With his dame went to 

Arouse her from her melancholy 

State. He could not raise her spirit. 

She sighed so, she on the billows 
Was drifted by the tempest. O enough 
To satisfy her. The second estate 
Was going as the first. And she wept. 

You have no friends to have 
Your estate. O for heaven's sake 
And mine stop your roving, and 
Settle in some noble mansion. 

}fe thought his wealth came. from 
The providential hand ; roving lie 
Went; all nations he saw. their 
Religions he was familiar with. 



HOUTtS OF REFLECTION. 2$4 

His dame to see her father's mansion 
Went, and stayed until he returned 
In rags, and every farthing spent 
Before he got home to his native land. 

O -when sire saw him she wept, 

Her heart throbbed as if it was diseased, 

She trembled ; a stranger would have 

thought 
That with palsy she was struck. 

as we were on tlie tempestuous 

Seas, gliding over the billows with 

A noble ship, I advised you to 

A noble mansion, and sit in your parka 

If I had done that, no nation 

1 should have seen but my 
Own. O I am happier with what 

I have got than I would be with pound** 

She wept again ; he on her thorax 
Placed his hand from her rosy 
Lips took a' kiss. yet affectionately 
Will you go with rne my frienaY 

O this brought tears into the lord's 
Eye. my .friend i have no 
Mansion for you, my sporting 
Or horses, we cannot chase the deer. 

Can vice and virtue spring 
From one true fountain of 
Holiness, God the ruler of 
Hell and the creator of all. 

As the chariot of the high land 
Of Providence is impossible to 
Go, or for it to change, bat become* 
*A frge actdr ? indifferent of the first cause.- 



256 r orris or reflection. + 

From ore source nil tilings sprung ; 
It is impassible for you to prove cause 
To exis',. and he independent. It 
Acts cs he desired it to go. 

O reflect for a mcmrnf. See some 

Noble wo'k that come from some 

Good architect; where is the responsi- 

Resting of that noble workman. 

From v. hit f nnfain sprung all 

s you must trace all things 
To (he fi ; st cause. Try the criminal 
lot the innocent. 

ought to please the Great 
re ll an theatrical ; 
I e giddy dance 
Or the noble goddesses in the merry song- 

G my do ver I 

Have I have th^ will to give 
If you into my keeping will 
:, I will comfort ycu. 

O despise me not, because I have 

. I was 
Yor- was pleasure for 

... visit (he ruins of sacred cities. 

lands can earn the bread 
jrish you, tvA obtain 

to arouse you from 
: end quiet your sphit. 

le soul, she was 
: noblefsage, all 

merit she Mas 
iy to converse. 



BOTJRS OF REFLECTION. 257 

She had rather die than to live 
In degradation after a great 
Misfortune on his part. She 
Come iiito possession of the estat€. 

She on her harp comld arouse 

Him. She by telling his adventures 

And relating the condition 

Of the fallen empires and sacked cities. 

O tell me ye sacred godsjand 
Goddesses, who guide man and 
Fix his fate ; some in hell floating, 
Others in hell singing. 

Lord Charles and his dame 
Sailing thus, cast their anchor 
fn heaven, and tistened 
To the song of cymbal and flute. 

Good great, sacred and 
Divine, the highest crime 
He was guilty of, and 
Merely taking alms. 

He was known :n heaven 
Before he the gates 
EnterecL He made his way. - All 
Heaven trembled except Dius. 

The merry songs and the 

Giddy dance with him 

Had past. All he can do 

Is to listen to angels conversation. 

Singing praise'to him 
Who first created all. Here 
Is a contrast. Empires 
Established and kings dethroned. 



259 HOURS OF EEFLECtlpH. 

As the sportsman in his chase 
Is pleaded to see the game 
Before him fall, and his hounds 
Pursue over the towering cliff. 

it is hard to tlvnk the virtuous 
Man by the just God falls. 

1 £ is not his will ; if it 
Was, man would live cqutj. 

■O ye men of all nations, tell 

what religion is, Every nation 
lias a sort of religion. O God 
Of mercy-show a 1 ! he true religion. 

y ' v is it all rcligh ns arc true 
Aid nons are light? No two 
- Nations will agree in salvation. 
One wishes to have hi' prevail. 

t would rejoice if he 
Could have established in aW 

• of the world his doctrine. 
Ilow can a fa ] sc doctrine prosper ? 

The dying groans and the 
Mournful songs and griefs and 
Tears dropping from the sparkling 
Eyes of Ilindcostan proves their religion^ 

O -fools as you may think, yet 
They sustain their religion 
And worship their God in 
SiLcerily, as we do Jesus Christ. 

"-'cur songs, your prayer made 
For worship may appear as 
Disgusting to them as theirs 
Do to the Christian of America. 



HOURS OF REFLECTION. 259 

O for heaven's sake and happiness 
And the welfare of all nations, 
Yet they love their own 
Religion, it is their way. 

Nothing exists without consent, 
Nothing moves but what is first put 
In motion directly or indirectly, 
The second causes the thiid. 

Heaven regulates and establishes in 
Holiness. Planets harmoniously 
Converse with each other as the 
Strong hand passes them on. 

Conscience and mir.d are not 
Combined with one, you have 
Not the othes and the poor 
Soul gees fluttering thus to heaven. 

Ambitious as man may be 
If he is deprived of these properties 
He is worse than a brute ; too 
Mean to have a seat in hell. 

As conscientious as he might be 
Of doing good, without combined 
With reason and the everlasting spirit,, 
Nothing can be accomplished, 

O sacred, just, divine and great 
Ail wise being thrust his pen from me ? 
If this is not true conscience, 
Is not independent, 

To thee I solemnly awake my 
Songs of praise, if to thee I have 
The power to act, I act for 
Without thee I could not move> 



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To ihee I hold all things sacred, 
Whether it is to my welfare or 
Misfortune. To thee, O Lord, 
I invoke my sacred songs. 

From thee I receive all blessing 
Thy power is seen and felt. 
Thou art a hidden ministry which 
Man cannot define. 

(Conscience, and conscience alone 
Tells man there is a God. Speaks 
Plainly and distinctly to him that there 
fs a creator of all things. 



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MIND AND MATTER 

Blind — when the mind is 
Affected, or a man when 
His brain is taken from 
His cranium,- if he can 
Think independent of his 
Brain, then I will believe 
The mind is independent. 
If man can live when he is 
Deprived of his brain. 
More than this no man sa} T s. 
The doctrine is abandoned 
That matter is the origin 
Of thought. By whom ? It 
Must have been by your 
Deciples. No man of reason 
Has abandoned it. I know 
And all know that reflect, 
That he forms the cause of 
All things, and of all the 
Ideas one has. Deprive him 
Of his brain and he has no 
Mind unless the matter 
Is found to think, it will not* 
No more than the different 
Parts of an organ, when 
They are all in the right 
Position, when all the 
Parts are in the right places^ 
As the organs of the cranium, 
They act as the will 
Desires, whether it be God 
Or man God the first 



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Cause, and man the 

Second, be after he had 

Proved that matter was not 

•The origin of thought — there 

Was no matter in what he 

Has formed — he talks of 

The unknown worlds and 

The resurrection, of the body 

Degrees of happiness, of the soul 

That is Irue. I believe 

We are all as the same in hell, 

This we are taught by the 

Sacred scripture, which every 

Christian learns to believe. 

Christ is our hope and savior, 

Without him we are miserable 

And lost in idolatry and superstition. 

.O what is this to do with 

The origin of thought? '' 

^Vhat is to some advantage, 

is to others misfortune. 

He had better hold on to 

Tubili satiferi, and reflect 

On the origin of thought, 

He might give better 

Satisfaction in his 

Philosophy. " 

b holy,* infinite and ail 

aVise, he who turned the 

Sluggish matter into active 

Mind we believe in thee. 

In coming time it will be 

Transferred to Heaven. 

There the sages soul who believes 

Matter cannot be made to 

Think. ' 

lie says God is a substance, 

And reasons well if this is the 



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Fact and every where present, 
He must be transparent as 
The air, or human beings could 
See the first cause 
And reason act. 
If God is not faster or 
Does it matter not* if we, 
Know there is a God, and" 
From him all things spring, 
One God independent, self- 
Existant, the author of all 
Worlds, a mighty king 
And all are blest with 
Active members as human. 

Beings, all act to please the ■ 

Almighty will. Souls transformed 

From one kingdom to another, 

Yet they may go when in slumber 

And there awake not on their 

Voyage. Sojourning souls aM 

Thinking matter may be or 

Not, sent or kept, which 

Know not but .believe, 

Either to Hell or Heaven 

Is our home. All afflictions 

Are placed on the human 

Soul and woman's sophistry 

And man's frailness, or 

She might at first fell. 

Him with wine, and then 

Offer him the golden fruit. 

Oh she with all her deception 

Is yet lovely, and man is 

Miserable with his companion 3 

When you violate the laws 

Of nature, you contend 

Against the mighty God 

Who controls the works of 



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Nature — although some 
Are made miserable by 
Connecting the connubial 
Bands, and some are happy- 
Live as I live, O y'ou 
Cannot live happy in 
Wedded life it is hard 
To be recreant, or to be recanted 
After you have made a bad 
Bargain. Each one pleased 
Their own bead, and the one 
That pleased it the best 
Gets the praise. Ii is good 
To know all things which 
Require a long stud.v, and 
Wise folks are sometimes sent 
To hell at last for rebelling, 
Who have said the wisdom 
Of God they know, and 
Could analyze his powers. 
If they have not gone they 
Ought to go. For infinite 
Power was never designed 
For mortals to know. 
• When he before his saints 
Would appear, now resembling 
Thunder— and now ligh.ning, 
As mighty and God- like 
As Cranmer, who shed his 
Blood and gave his life 
For the public good, 
And as when Pakenham 
W 7 as taken, and the bands 
Of British troops. 
W ; hen the thundering 
From the British guns did 
Not frighten the soaring and 
Victorious eagle. He would 



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Look down on them with 

S'corn and see worlds he 

Never thought. He would 

Live on the sacred blood 

Of those he with his 

Mighty arm by chance had 

Seized and then retire to ' 

His cave. As many sects 

And leaders live as the noble 

Lords sup on the blood of 

The poor and cry holiness. 

Eyes like fire, and a face' 

That would stand the fires 

Of hell. They would see 

Their brothers heart from his 

Breast taken for five pounds 

Of gold. He would preach 

To please his audience, 
Not to impart iotelligence. 

Although he thought that 
God could not make matter 
Think. He has said God 
Is the cause of all things. 
If that is true, matter thinks^ 
Man cannot think when 
The brain is gone, and the * 

Bram is matter, and her 
Fools are great reasoners 
On the mind I say nothing 
Of the soul. The sacred 
Will decides that the soul 
Is from this Corrupt place, 
To hell or heaven. If 
We live in accordance with 
Gods bow their songs of Ziori 
Are prest on our ear. 
The infklel and drunkard 
Are thrust to the vaults of helL 
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By his words you might 
Think he was as powerful as 
Titans, and brave as 
Heros. He is a different 
Man, he thrives for virtue 
And has great success 
O may the help of the Lord 
Be granted to every Christian^ 
O let Christ's cause and 
True mental philosopny 
Advance. O never say 
\e unbelievers, God cannot 
Make matter think, which 
He has. And all the human 
Heads will go to hell or 
Heaven. 



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ANCIENT HISTORY. 

We read of olden times 

Of men who fell from 

(jrace by their own disobedience ; 

■The law they knew, and 

Obeyed it not, thus 

Dissenting to the law they 

Were sent to hell. Hell 

Is their abode, for thoy 

Disobeyed the law which 

Was found so established 

By the first king. It . 

Was expellecl by the secoridj. 

Thus it went on until 

It came to Christ. 

He exploded the law of Moses 

And established his own, 

Although he said Moses 

Was a good man 

Different creeds which 

Were established from 

Christ's own laws with 

The Romans and the Greeks. 

Thus the Roman Catholic 

phurch was established ; . 

Thus their church creed 

Was abominable. The 

Idolatry, s iperstition and 

Ignorancp, servility to their 

Hierachies. I should 

Think that the great 

Men of Rorr-e and Greece 



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Might foresee iheir destiny ; 
They are men that pretend 
r J hat they have wisdom. 
O God ! If this were true, 
Why did God not choose 
Such men to act. 
Instead of making peace 
They made war, and 
Insisted on advancing 
The signal of contest. ™ 

They with their selfish 
Power strewed the vale 
With devastaiion and 
Isjnorance before them. 
Thus sages and poets 
All combined through 
Rome and Gjreece. The 
Churches they rulrd. 
Thus a sect was taught 
To believe m hat the 
Priest said was the 
Word of God. Thus when 
The Pope obtained the 
Power of all, he made 
The king kiss his feet 
For the pardon ipg of hi? 
Sins. Thus for gratification 
The king made the serf 
Do the same and drink 
The holy water which run 
From the Pope's feet ; 
This was good for an 
Emetic. Thus the king 
Made them believe that 
He could cure the disease 
Py applying his hand 
To their neck. 
Thus you can see how 



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The Pope has made them 

Believe that in Greece and 

Rome and Ireland he^ 

Is a God. «• 

When peace and harmony 

Prevail, then Popery tried 

To show its power. 

If there was one thing 

Advanced against their 

Doctrine, one would 

Have to be beheaded for 

His belief. King James 

Was ambitious ; he had 

Many friends, and wished 

To obtain more. The 

Pope opposed the cause ; 

There was war. King 

James, with all his hosts, 

Made the Pope bow, which 

Never was done before 

King James was victorious. 

King Solomon he honored ;. 

You know what he had 

Said of great sages. 

Some were carried on the 

Spears and thrust into 

The flames. There stood 

Father, mother, sister and 

Brother, and saw their 

Flesh burnt from their 

Bones. O heaven, my God I 

The shrieks which that 

Poor mother gave would 

Make you tremble. The 

Blood curdle in your veins. 

If Popery was the true 

Religion of God, he would 

Not suffer so many to 



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Be murdered innocent. 
Rivers of blood have been 
Shed and holy spirits 
Sent to the other world 
All for the Popish religion 
Which the Pope has obtained 
Such power. It would make 
The angels tremble, that 
Cord of love and holiness 
Which binds converts to 
God to angels, and angels 
To descend and swear 
That was broken assunder 
By the Pope. Thus Paradise 
Becomes corrupt as hell, 
And heaven was forsaken 
For a time. Angels turned 
Black and did not know 
Themselves. 
God promised to change 
Them back if they would 
Turn this hell into paradise. 
Man, with all his knowledge 
And assistance of the devil, 
Cannot turn hell into heaven 
Or heaven into hell. 

deliver me from Popery. 

1 had rather not know the 
Law of God than be a 
Roman Catholic ; I had 
Rather live in the arcades 
And amid the ruins of Greece. 
All this availeth nothing ; 
Without G od is with man. 
May the good and the great 
Forsake all that is mean. 
And make sages hold to 
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Let him send forth his 
Glory in all his works ; 
If it is in the electric clouds, 
Or rays of light in the form 
Of the burning bush. Let his 
Holy spirit bind kings and serfs 
In harmony. Let all Roman 
Priests not take their own hearts 
Blood because we should 
Differ on religion, for it is 
Mean. Donotbesuch 
A fool to think God requires 
It of you. Do not be 
So bigoted on faith, for that 
Is all. You know nothing of 
Malor dilon pasin authropois. 
Do not be so mean as to 
Shed thy own brother'* blood 
For faith. Some rely on reason, 
Others that cannot reason 
Will go on faith. O don't Mr. 
Pope, behead those that differ 
With thee on religion and faith, 
Higinus, the Roman bishop, 
Who first introduced 
Godfathers and godmothers 
And baptism was introduced,, 
They thought that man 
Could not be saved without 
He was first washed in the 
Lamb's blood. 
A sage or a king might 
As well die as to say that 
That doctrine was false. 
O heaven, see what Popery 
Has done. It has been the 
Means of shedding the blood 
Of many innocent men ; 



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Their hearts have been torn 
Out from their bodies 
And consumed in the 
Flaming fires, and their 
Souls sent to hell because 
They would not believe as 
The Pope. You know that 
The Pope has the power to 
Do as he pleases. To send 
A man to paradise or 
To hell for disobedience. 
O heaven ! see what fates 
Lost on spears floating 
In the liquid sulphur, filling 
The air with flame, and 
The rocks sending forth their 
Groans, All this, and there 
They must remain as long 
As God exists. 

O reflect See the time you 
Must float in hell. O horrible. 
O see your heart hanging 
On the pointed spear of war. 
Then repent and turn to Christ 



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BAPTISM, 

Baptism has caused the 
Heart's blood of many to 
Shed. AH f° r baptism ! 
Is this Religion ? If it is 
| want no more of it. 
Popery is bad, but deliver 
Me from Baptism- That 
Is not religion. God never 
Told men to take life to 
Establish his law. If it is 
God's law, he can establish 
It without war; He can 
Make it appear so plain 
To all that it is his law. 
O fools, contend not for 
Those things, for it is nothing 
But faith who will give his 
Life for faith. 
The title of Pope has been 
A long time in existence, 
But first applied by Higinius 
To the priests. Pius, a 
Good man, the Roman bishop, 
Declared the Lord's resurrection 
Should be kept on the Sabbath : 
Thus you can see he sustained 
The ancient law. He lived 
In one hundred and fifty-four 
Of our Lord. Previous to this 
Time the sekcti\vere advocated, 



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B'ltat this time one is as 
Much as we can take care 
Of. And at last some are 
Lost in torment. 
Next came the convocation 
Of Virgins to the Gods. 
Q many of tbem were 
Corrupt as the church. 
Some were saved through 
The atonement of Christ 
Entered the churches, and other 
Officers were appointed. The 
Men of that time were honored 
To hold an office in the church. 
Then came persecution and 
free Christians had (o die, 
Stretched on the cross ; their 
-Hearts were pierced by the 
Spears of v/ar, which had 
Been dipt in poison. 
To die is a horrible thing 
For some, but for them 
To die was happiness. 
For choice they h-td rather 
Die on the cross with toiment. 
O see your christian friends, 
With their heart's blood gushing 
Forth, whiog had been 
Pierced by a spear of war. 
Justin wrote his sacred 
Apology, and was beheaded 
In the same year, for 
Christianity. He was a 
Noble soldier of the cross 
Of faith. Anisatusof 
Borne, a sage he was, and 
Spoken was there no harm 
Of him ; and Polycarp, at" 



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Smyrna, argued for the 
Sake of power to let the 
Greek and the Latin 
Christians observe their 
Own day, and consecrate 
Their temples to God. 
Then Polycarpe was martyred 
At Smyrna : then Anicitus 
Of Rome directed the 
Convocation of bishops, 
And the shaving of the 
Heads as they do in Chirm, 
They thought it was the law 
Of God. Thus fools believed 
What sages told them, if 
Jt was to sit dbwn in 
Sackcloth and asheS and 
Muse. The shaving of the 
Heads of priests is abandoned 
At present. What looks 
yVorse than a man with 
J-Iis hend shaved. I should 
Think he was a candidate for 
Sing-sing. 

Melfstus addressed the people 
On Christianity; thus doing 
Away with mythology he 
Established Christianity. 
He sought for happiness withiri 
The walls of Paradise, where 
The walls looked as if they 
Were made of gold instead 
Of brass Thus you see 
Deception among priests. 
Thus Nero the great, who 
Was the first persecutor 
Of the Christians. Cahigula 
And Antonius, their deeds 



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Are all on record, and 
Are barbarous. There were 
Some who were in favor 
Of Christians. They had 
To contend with the Pope. 
It is true that Antonius 
Defended the cause ot the 
Christians in the Roman 
Senate chamber. 
From the time of Heliogabulus, 
Alexander Maxim us, 
Gordian Phillip, Pasittas, 
Nalariene Theodosius, 
Galas Homerus and 
Old Boniface, then 
Came the Pope ; before were 
Emperors. They all did 
Deeds of great greatness. 
Thus they found that the 
blessings that did so 
Bounteously bear on 
Them, they discovered 
Were against the high 
Artillery of heaven. 
After a long war they were 
All blockaded. 
The summers breeze was 
Down wafting them on 
Their gallant ship ; could 
No longer plow the liquid 
Brine, nor her lofty 
Sails which were once 
Spread to the breeze be 
Raised. The magnificent 
Temples and holy city, 
Which as spears did seem 
To reach trie heavens,- 
Were mouldered to the 



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Dust, Desolate, forsaken 
City ! O what is the caus8 
Of that. 

Next came Sergius, a 
Counsellor from Constantinople* 
From his high ethereal 
Throne down to Popery, 
Added one hundred and 
Three canons to the 
Ecclesiastical law, 
Which caused great 
Contention, Thus you 
See what law has done. 
Next the nativity of the 
Virgin Mary was appointed 
Asa day of festivity. 
The feast of the Transfiguration 
Was first observed. 
Aripert, king of the Lombards^ 
Gave the Roman Pontiff 
The Celtian Alps for the 
Ecclesiastical patrimony. 

From then to now you can 

See vice handed down. 

From John the Sixth, to 

Eugenius the Twelfth, schism 

Has been with the Roman priests / 

Wickedness, disordered pride and 

Uncleannes3. Then the feast 

Of the Trinity was instituted 

By Pope Gregory. The feasts 

Of All Martyrs was changed 

By Gregory to All Saints on 

November, Pope, serf, or 

King, when he has power, 

He likes to show it. Thus 

You can see it in Gregory. 

Tnat king or pope who 



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Will sacrifice his country 

And the happiness of his 

Countrymen, is meaner 

Than a brute. Show me 

One that will not contend 

For his own rights. Not one. 

They have more honor than 

Some kings. I have seen 

Some kings who choose for 

Their mates swine to 

Amuse themselves with, 

They would take a whip 

And drive them in the yard 

To hear them grunt and 

Squeal. This kind of 

Intelligence is not worthy 

Of a king. O forsake such a king. 

Next Mahomedanism entered 

Italy, but could not 

Capture Rome. Then image ( 

Worship at Constantinople. 

Popish Rome, the genuine 

Mother of harlots, lived 

Amidst the idolaters, 

There were two Popes murdered 

By Marasia, a harlot, that 

She mighi place John, 

Her own son, in the Popedom . 

Mathias was adored hy the 

Ethiopeans. Thus the Greeks 

And Latins we^e nominally 

Reunited, and all appeared 

To be the children of God. 

The feast of James, Matthias 

Simon was established. 

Thus talking of great deedf 

Of men, customs and trials 

And afflictions. 



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I might write from the 
Sixty-fifth year of our Lord to 
Leo the tenth in fifteen 
Hundred and fifteen. 
Man, whose mighty arm 
Has done deeds of greatness. 
Thus, like Joshua, could command 
The sun and moon to stand still, 
And which never moved. 
This we believe according to. 
Kelper. I think Kelper's 
Principle is not true. I 
Will let it rest for some 
Philosopher to explain. 
We can conceive that 
Theodora, a renowned woman 
Who ruled the Komans, 

Had the power to appoint 

Popes. this goddess, forsaken 

By heaven and adored by 

Rome. Rome become 

A rendezvous for the 

Vicious. She forsook virtue ; 

Her golden columns.* which 

Supported her sac red altars, 

Where the souls of youth h&d 

Been sacrificed for their 

Own sons. O fools, to think 

God would accept of such 

An offering on your part. 

No ; but if there is one 

Saved, it will be the youth. 

Praise the God of justice 

And righteousness, that 

Custom is done away with. 

O how that steel glittered in 

His hand as he raised 

It to draw the innoceat 



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Blood from his sacred 
Son. Then God with his 
Mighty power sent forth in 
Electric form and caused 
The steel to crumble at 
His feet. O he was amazed 
When he saw, and exclaimed 
To his God, Spare my life, 
O I have offended thee, I knew it 
Not until now. O spare my 
Life ! For heaven's sake sparec 
From Paschal to Julius 
The Second, many Popes were 
Appointed, and many forms 
Of salvation and worship 
"Were instituted, and the 
Howling of devils filled eyery. 
Saint's ear. Well, the 
Citizens of Rome blushed 
Black when the Gods told 
Them to repent or be damned. 
Some were so established in 
Their habits that they chose 
To be damned. Now I will 
Leave Nero and cling to 
My God for the resurrection 
Of my spifit in heaven, 



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INVOCATION 

O ye immortal Gods ! 
To you I address my 
■ Prayer from my silent 
Home and solitude, 

O where hast thou 
Wandered for many 
A day—- O return 
With thy merry song, 

As we parted the 
Cord of love slid 
Extend like vibrations 
That are on the sea. 

All was silent as death* 
Into her room he 
Entered. Her sparkling 
Eyes set in their sockets, 

As I entered the room 
She wept not on my 
Account, but on her own, 
To think of the future. 

By her side stood 

Two lovely children 

With hands extended. 

From their eyes dropped a tear^ 

No more I could hear 
The song from the harp, 



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All was grief and mourning. 
It seemed like a death scene. 

from solitude arouse 

To mirth — in pleasing tune, 

1 spoke. It seemed ta cheer, 
Fiom her couch she arose. 

This astonished her friends 
To think that words would 
Do more than medicine, 
They called me a skilful man, 

In a short time she was 
Sporting in the giddy 
Dance and sending offthe 
Merry song from the harp, 

O I saw her by her 

Lover sit. He kindly took 
The parting kiss and wept, 
To see his dame so sad. 

O to see those lovely children 
By their father sit. Their eyes 
Turned on him would 
Make an Angel weep for them. 

O to thee I say from solitude 
Arouse, there is nothing that 
Will fetch on a disease 
L ike solitude and indolence. 

O ye Gods and Goddesses 
Ofmedicite if you have 
Success, you had to arouse 
Your patients from solitude. 

This dame I met in 
Corinth in Greece one 



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Day — of all she excelled 
In real beauty. ." 

On the sea I saw her 
Ship sailing, and from 
Her mast a flag of fire 
Waving in the brine. 

As her ship over the 
Briny wave was going 
It into a circle formed 
As it over the waves rode 

All seemed to roll beneath 
Her decks harmoniously,, 
She could calm the storm 
Or make the ship lost. 

From Heaven to earth— and 
Main her power extended 
She could calm the "sage 
And make earth tremble^ 

O think not that you \ 

Are powerful because yon 
Can from sea to sea go 
And not command the motions. 

As from Heaven to Christ 
Power was given the same 
Soon was shown to the Goddess^ 
To accomplish mishaps. 

When she by the tempest 
Was driven. She could ride 
The waves where others would 
Perish in the storm. 

When she was pursued 
In a chase, she raised 



284 HOUES OF REFLECTION. 

The tempest, and washed 
The deck with blood I 

The cries of the dying 
Were music in her 
Ear, and drowning on her 
Deck was a Jubilee. 

As she was coasting on 
The deep, the noble ship 
Took fire. It was 
Impossible to stop it. 

This Goddess and her 
Noble Lords were sporting 
In the giddy dance from 
Thence to groaning they went. 

O to see their eyes it 
Would make one shudder, 
Like tire they looked right 
From the vaults of hell. 

Their groans were ten times 
Worse than any devil 
Floating in the liquid 
Fires of sulphurous hell. 

She with her hands extended 
Towards Heaven her 
Solemn prayer in 
Eloquence asked her help. 

O it was too late for 
Her this assistance 
To ask for her spirit 
Was on fire, past recovery, 

She swept the ground, 
She sighed and wiped th« 



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Tears from her rosy- 
Cheeks, all was hopeless. 

At last she hoisted the 
Flag of distress. Her 
Ship was seen in flame 
By a coaster of the East, 

This Goddess he knew 
And to her his hand 
Extended, and from the 
Deck of fire he took her. 

This Goddess left behind 
One thousand noble soldiers 
On the briny waves, most 
Of them out of misery, ■ 

Her prayer was in vain, 
Her arm was not powerful, 
To save them, she wept wheii 
She left them dy^ng, 

She rejoiced when she on to 
Lord Loomis' ship stepped , 
To think that she from the 
Vaults of hell had escaped, 

The inferior devils at 
The gates stood ready to 
Receive them. O happy, thrice 
Happy, Lord Loomis came, 

O may his praise be 
Sung and sounded on 
The harps of heaven tq 
-His immortal praises 

O give me, give me 
What is sacred and true,, 



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For heaven's sake advocate 
The laws of Jehovah. 

By heaven this ship was 
Directed to save this 
Goddess from degradation, 
From the fountain of virtue. 

To thee, O sacred gods, 
1 avouch for this goddess, 
I know in Canton, in 
China she is worth praise. 

Her cry once more is 
Raised on the tempestuous 
Sea, and there is she 
Able to converse with gods. 

Her fame was known 
Among the gods of 
Honor, and among # 

The inferior ones. 

O ye wanderers, wanderers. 
From world to world 
"What strange and new 
Tales can you tell me. 

O have you discovered 
Any new medicines 
That have the power to raise 
Man from the consumption ? 

O thou fatal disease, may 
Thy conqueror come, if it 
Is not in ten thousand 
Years. Obtain it ye gods. 

O think not it is a plagM? 
Tfe^t is sent from heaven j 



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Time will prove the reverse 
In all these theories. 

Once a fever was thought 
To be a plague sent from 
Heaven, now it is in the 
Control of men and medicine. 

be independent, be lead 
Away by no false teaching 
If do call you, do you 
Infallibly go for truth. 

1 said not she was 

A goddess of medicine ; 
She never was excelled 
In the curing art. 

All the angels and the 
Archangels of heaven 
Worship her, when she 
Spoke of science* 

Their arms trembled, and 
From their hands they let 
Fall their harps. Not to 
Contend against her, 

She for ever continued 
To carry the flag of fire 
Oq the mast, and made 
All the gods burn. 

She, in the native land 
Could take the unknown 
Tongue, and please them 
In the song of the dames. 

She wore a golden 
Bracelet, and in her ears 



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A diamond worth ten 
Thousand pounds sterling. 

A harp never excelled by 
The Italians she carried ; 
No goddess of Greece 
Ever excelled her in beauty. 

With all her accomplishments, 
Ye gods of fame, I saw 
One who to me excelled 
Even her in many points. 

Of all the nations I ever 
Saw, the goddesss that 
I have just seen this 
Other goddess excelled. 

O she has from the 
Fountain true beauty 
Lent the greatest dame 
Of eloquence that is known, 

Next to Demosthenes and 
Cecero she was. She never 
Was excelled on the sea 
Except by fatal tempest. 

She on a certain occasion 
Calmed the tempest acid] 
Made the gods of heaven 
Amazed a* her power, 

All the harps of heaven 
Siopt souuding when 
She spoke, and the wave 
©f torment at her bidding, 

O Lord R. remember 
This goddess you saw 



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In China with me, 
And also her songs. 

They thought «he was mad, 
Thus in bondage they past 
Her, until her lover had 
Embarked to his destined coast. 

O he does not rule as 
Csssar of Home, but carries 
The same name. He was not. 
Caught as the great Pope, 

O would to the strength of 
Love that she may accomplish 
Her desire, and rejoice to 
See again her noble lover. 



M 



INFIDELITAS 

DKAMATI3 PERSONS. 

Sir Berkley, Governor of Virgin!*, 

Major Church, the British, 

Philip the Great. 

The Infidel. 

The Christian. g| 

The Chancellor, 

Duke of Grafton. 

The Arch-Chancellor, 

Judge King. 

Martin. 

Daniel, the Statesman. 

Hurmah of York. 

A Sheriff of York, 

A W auger Pasha. 

Sir Charles, of the West, 

Lord James Conde, 

Barbamus, from the East. 

Shoemaker, or You Shall, 



INFIDELIT1S. 



Arch-Chancdhr, 



He into the court 
Entered so drunk 
He could not stafid. 
His eloquence would 
Have made, I thought^ 
The God of Thunder 
Tremble to listem to 
Him. His opposing 
Counsellors and the 
Jury trembled before 
Him. When he closed 
His argument they wept ; 
You might as well 
Resist the power of heaveE 
As resist weeping under 
His eloquence. 

Counsellor. 

You call me drunk, 
O you scoundrel and 
Fool, I can turn the 
Mind of a jury whil® 
You cannot obtain 
Attention. They are 
Disgusted with your 
Words. You call m® 



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Drunk ; away from my 
Sight, or I will thrust 
This spear through you, 
You fool ! I know your 
Nature, and have come 
Here to speak of it. 
Last session you bore 
The fairest principles, 
So begone, or I will 
Take your heart's b!ooa\ 
You make me mad 
To see such a vicious 
Chancellor stand before 
Me, O ! I am a fool 
To contend with you. 
Begone ! or I will tako 
Your heart's blood. 

[The Sheriff enters? 

Sheriff, 

Sir George, you are 
My prisoner. 

Sir George, 

what have I done 
To be your prisoner. 

Sheriff. 

You have violated the 
Laws of this court. 

Hurmak, 

1 have not ; ho insulted 
Me to my f*ce. I had 
A tight to speak ; 



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The court is to blame to 

Let such a fool enter 

It. I will die before 

I will be taken prisoner. 

In his assent it was 

Not a contempt of court 

To say what you had 

A mind to sucft 

A fool. You repeat 

His words to me, your 

Blood ceases to flow 

Through your veins. 

The God of heaven will 

Protect me in the act. 

Look to your judge 

This moment ; he 

Trembles, he did not 

Tell you to take me. 

It was that fool ! By 

You stands he who 

Has made the violation 

Of the laws of this court. [Exit, 

[Buks of Grafton enters, ] 

Buks. 

Look to your country's 
Interest. Why do you stand 
Here. Your country is 
Invaded and you are 
Here listening to counsellors. 
One is a fool, and the 
Other drunk. Arouse, 
Ye noble Americans ! This 
Chancellor, if he was drunk 
Relieved me from prison. 
Ah ! it is time for us 



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To reflect Then the Duke 
Of Grafton will weep to 
See his day is short. O 
• Weep not, says this counsellor, 
We will gain the cause if 
The last man is against 
Us. I can sway the minds 
Of the jury and impress 
All the characters that 
Cheered. The Duke will 
Have revenge if the 
God's are willing. 
I can fight against 
Them as well as Satan 
And offer him the same 
Temptations; if he refuse 
That is all 1 can 
Go where infidels 
Say there are some chosen 
And some are not, 
Some are closed and 
Some are free till the 
Judgment' day. This 
Reasoning pleased the 
Duke. He thought he had 
Found a counsellor to plead 
His cause. 

The Infidel 

For a moment listen 
To jeason, let reason 
Be your guide and 
Stop your quarreling 
If you have told the 
Truth ; do not be offended, 
He did not tell the 
Truth, he did not. 



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He said I was drunk ; 
I was not, you were. 
I say by the Gods I 
Was not drunk. 
Oh your swearing will 
Not make any one 
Believe you. 
Call on your religion 

Will not, call on 
All your theologian 
You may. Law is 
My profession. 

The Priest enters. 
By what power does 
Jesus Christ save 

Man, did you ask ? 

Infiiel. 

Yes ; I wish to know 

Whether one man can 

Save another through 

All eternity. If 

That is the case, I 

Am safe. 

Priest. 

O you poor fool ! 

Call Jesus Christ a 

Man ? And think 

That man can forgive 

Sins. Jesus Christ 

Is God and God is 

Christ, and there 

Are three in one 

And one in three, 

bifidel, 
Do you^deny the 
Saviour and the holy 



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Bible, and say that 
Jesus Christ was 
Not born of a v/oman ? 

Priest, 
I do not deny the 
Bible, nor that Jesus 
Christ was born of 
The Virgin Mary. 
But I do say, that 
Power that sent Jesus 
Into the world created 
All things. He has the 
Power to do what he please. 

hifidel. 
Why did he not save Jesus. 

Priest. 
The world would not repent. 

LifideL 
He first created them, 
They cannot be independent ; 
There is nothing that can 
Be independent without 
it is a self created. 

Priest. 
Man was made a 
Free agent by repentanoe. 

LifideL 
And where ? 

Priest. 
In heaven saved from helL 

LifideL 
IVjbal is there saved ? 



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Priest, 
His spirit. 

LifideL 
How do you know 
That he has a spirit ? 

Priest, 
The word of God is 
Our testimony. 

LifideL 
Ah ! that \s enough. 

Priest, 
O it is better for man- 
To rest on that, the 
Word of God, than to* 
Be turning from one 
Doctrine to another, by 
The influence of infidels. 

Philip- enters, 
Stop this, or I will 
Make you all corpses. 

Priest'. 
For beaven do not say . 
Thus, there is a just 
God that presides over us, 

Philip. 
Why is it that you 
Have been contradicting 
With that infidel. 
If he is just he would 
Have ended your days, 

Priest, 
To convince him of 



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The truth, and make 
Him serve God. 

Philip. 
You poor fool. Do 
You say that you 
Know what the will 
Of God is. 

PriesU 
Yes, I know what 
The will of God is. 

Philip. 
You are insane. Get 
From my room, or I 
Will run you through 
With my dagger. 

Priest. 

Then rest and weep 

thou poor fool. 

Poor infidel will • 

Be damned. 

Sir Berkley, 

1 rejoice that there 
Is no fewer schools 
In America. It is 
That more knowledge 
That is what he 
Added torment, peril, 
War and pestilence, 
The cause of ruin of 
Empires, without that man 
Would be happy. He 
Would be as the God 

Of nature found him. 
As he was made 



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Happy ; by knowledge 
He becomes miserable. 

for heavens sake shut 
Up the School houses. 

Daniel ike Great, 
Let it come, let a*l the 
"Whole come. We cannot 
Have knowledge without 
War and pestilence, arid 
The falling of Empires 

1 say give me knowledge 
I had rather fall by that 
Means than die in a 
Barbarous nation. It is 
By wisdom that man 
Escapes the power of the God 
Of superstition. 

The cause of the fall of 
Empires is superstition. 
O keep from this nation 
All false doctrines 
And idolatrous works, 

let your fairest 
Goddesses of York come* 

HitrmaJi* \ 

What is your wish 
My noble Lord, 
If it is in my power 

1 will grant it all, 
Though you are not 
$fy lover, but would 
Be pleased to be your 
Servant. A man of 
Your wealth and wisdom, 
Kings would be your 
Servants, If they could 

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They would die with your 
Fame. What do you wish. 

Daniel. 
A song or a piece played 
On the piano. 

Hurmah. 

I cannot sing or play. 
If you wish to sport 
At games, or in the giddy 
Dance I will accompany 
You. 

Daniel. 
That is too much like 
Work. I cannot believe. 
We will play a game 
Of whist. 

Hurmah, 
I should be very happy 
My noble Lord. 

Philip. 

The night was spent 
In drinking wine and 
Playing whist. A happy 
Night for him and 
That fair goddess, 

Daniel* 

sing me my fairest 
Tune. 

Hurmah. 

1 told you I could 
Not sing well. 

Daniel. 
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In Paris, Hurmah, 
Sing to please the noble 
Lords after they had 
Drank twelve cups of 
Wine and played as many 
Games of whist. 

Hurmah. 
She sung. He spoke 
With surprise in the 
Midst of the tune, 

that is hetter than 

1 heard in Paris. The 
Words that pleased the 
Noble Lords were, " O 
May America always 
J3e free, never invaded 
Or conquered by any 
Foreign foe." 

Major Church, 
You wish that America 
May always be free. 
She ought to be under 
The British tyrant 
And her inhabitants be 
In chains. 

Martin. 
That is right, we have 
Got past protection. 

Major Church. 
They need no more 
Protection. They were 
Protected before they left 
Britain. 

Daniel. 
Come look. It would 



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Be like going for heaven 
To the vaults of Tartarius, 
Where there is no just 
Laws or virtue. 
Ask America to come 
Back to hellish Britain. 
I should like to see 
Your blood taken from 
Your heart. For heaven's 
Sake and mine vaaish 
■ From my sight. 

Priest. 
\Ve have the word of God 
For it. That is enough to 
Satisfy any man of reason. 
O for heaven's sake never 
Let me hear you speak 
On the subject again. 

King. 

If the ladies did pay 
The General's fine, it is 
No reason that he should 
Die in prison. 

Pacha, 
You ought to have been 
Hung. You deserve not 
The name of American. 
Go to Britain, you rebel 
You ; call thyself a judge ! 
Judge of what ? not of 
Law and Justice. If yon 
Had been, he would never 
Have put you in prison. 
You were a coward and knew 
Not what to do. You wished 
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And Americans ; you knew not 
Into whose hands you 
Might fall. Poor man ! 

Sir Charles. 
I saw her on the distant 
Heath weeping, and beneath 
Her feet run the sparkling 
Water. She wept to see 
Her lover fall. He fell in 
Battle. She was not able 
To carry out his desire, 
She was weak, she could 
Wot wield the battle axe. 
When she spoke she made 
The whole house weep. They 
Wept for her lover who 
Had fallen in battle. 
She fell beside his grave ; 
Her father covered both and 
Wept and smoothered the 
Green sod that over them lay. 

James, (iveeping.) 

I thought you was too 
Pleased to weep alone. 

Charles. 

I am voluntarily. I 
Cannot help it, they 
Were my nearest friends j 
To see him fall and she by 
His side buried beneath 
The green sod, O I could 
Not but weep ; I wept 
For their misfortune to 
See them fall in youth. 
O let us die, die happy. 



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Think no more of them ; 
As long as we think 
Of them we shall weep, 
While we weep we shall 
Be in torment. O let us 
Go to sleep, and sleep 
Until the trump is 
Sounded. O rejoice while 
Ye can, you know 
How long you may 
Have pleasure. The happiest 
Hours man has, are 
Taking the benefit of 
His labor. 

Danieli 
Where is your goddess. 

Hurmali. 
Here I am at your 
Service. What's your wish. 

Daniel, 
Will you walk with me. 

Hurmah. 
I should be very happy 
To leave thy mansion, and 
Ramble for a time, to 
Stand and trace the revolution 
Of the planets and study 
Mineralogy. Then retura 
Home much amused. 

Daniel, 
Why is it that you are 
So dull this eve. No song 
Falls from your lips ; 
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]Look sad. Do you think 
You are forsaken. 

Hurmah. 
By every one but you. 

Daniel. 
Your health is as goo4 
As it was formerly. 
Drink wine — one cup 
Of wine will make 
You feel strong and 
Merry. 

JlurmaU. 
No I cannot sing. I 
Have seven tongues where 
I had one before. 

Daniel, 
I should think that 
You might sing a 
kittle, 

Hunnah. 

I have drank too much. 
Daniel, 
I think we both have. 
Bring me the steeds, \ 
I think we had better 
Hide 

James. 
He had gone but a short 
Distance when he was 
Slain -by her foimer lover, 
His steed was taken, and 
She with him went, because 
She could not help herself,- 
Jn less than forty-eight hours 



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She was a corpse. He had 
His revenge. 

Pacha. 
Why do you not come ? 

Henri/. 
Have you not sent a traitor, 
O I had rather have a 
Spartan woman than he. 

Pacha. 

say she is a slave, and 
Her lover too. Come, 

1 command you by the 
Powers, buckle or die. 
Arm yourself well ; 
Prepare to fight with the 
Devils in hell. For 

Who slew this godddess is a devil. 

Infidel. 
You say he is a devil. 
How do you know, you brute ? 

Pacha. 
He had a devilish desposition. 

InfidsL 
Judge by his foot. 

Priest. 

you poor fool that is 
A figurative expression. 

Pacha. 
Why do you stand idle, 
We must go. I am afraid 
We are too late. 

Shoemaker, 

1 know that it has cost 



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Him fifty pounds this 
Year to keep her in shoes. 

Pacha . 
He is gone too. 

Shoemaker. 
He is out of trouble. 

Pacha . 
He may be in other 
Worse than this world's. 

Shoemaker. 
Where can that be. 

Bacha. 
In hell. 

Shoemaker. 
In hell ? What has he 
Done to carry him there ? 

Priest. 
He has not kept the laws 
Of God. 

Pacha. 

If he knew not the law. 

Priest. 
He might have. 

Pacha. * 
Let us have Berkeley 
Executed. Fetch hinv 
pash him to a post, 
Take this knife and 
Open his throax, and take 
His heart, throw it on 
The fire, and let it 



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Broil until all the 
Filth is gone, and then 
Throw it to the wolves. 
Burn his body to ashes 
And then bury tfiern.. 



MARCO BOZ2ARI8 



DRAMATIS PERSONS 

tJlysses, robed in state, 

Sas, a Sea Captain. 

Basina, wife of Alt Pacha. 

Mahomet Jarep, Turkish Consul. 

Col. Stanhope, Creditor. 

National, Counsellor, 

Epidurus, Lawgiver. 

Count Sauta Cora. 

Emperor Joseph, 

Busian Corwa. 

Mivouli, a prisoner, an Infidzt 

Lord Russ, a Philosopher, 



MARCO BOZZARIS 

Lord Kuss, 

O may the glittering 

Diamonds that Socrates 
And Aristotle wore be 
Changed and serve as the 
Vital principle for the 
Modern Philosophers. 
O the glittering clifFI this 
Night will stand on, and 
It has been a bed for the 
Rolling waves, and it may be 
Again • and glass turned 
Into bread for the slaves, 
This has been done by the 
Power of man. But fools 
Would scorn if I should 
Tell them so. A serpent 
Can be made your friend, and 
A stone be made your bread. 
It is joy to change earth into 
Bones, or meat into blood, or 
Infidels into Christians. 
The latter is as essential as 
The first. If I were Ocellus, 
Lucianus, 'Pythagoras, or 
Acsehinus I might reason 
With you till morn. 
O relieve me from the 
Midnight threats of the counsellor/ 
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And the horror of the austere 
Lawyer, or the dagger of the 
Philosopher, who makes it 
His business to drag lightening 
From heaven to earth. 
O see the electricity thrown, 
Ascends the golden chain. 
See some fierce warrior 
With his arms extended, 
His eyes of fire turned towardf 
His unrevengeful God, and hit 
Feet resting on the quivering 
Fairy steed as he groans 
Beneath him. Both cry 
For help. O you could hear 
The groans and his teeth grate 
W hen he was fifty feet beneath 
The rolling waves, and you 
Could see his breath curl in 
The air. Well a king might 
Fall on his face and blush 
When an angel with a 
Sword in his hand teaching 
Him how and where to drive 
His ass ; much more to hear 
And rehearse such eloquence 
After such lightening, or Josiah 
Dethroning idol*, or Pheroah 
Bathing in the Red Sea. 

&w, sta captam. 

It was not my fortune 
To be a Rhonus of 
"Crete. I am free. 
X) may a choir of Gods 
Sing your praise and, and 
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Sound the harp. 

Look above all 
Interest and give 
Adoration to the holy 
God. O may the 

Holy Spirit of Gregory and the 
Songs of Solomon arouse 
You from solitude and 
Stupor. O the holy and 
Mighty John Chrostom 
Whose arm cannot be 
Waved by all the infidels 
Combined. His power 
Is mighty. 

Mahomet 

1 am not Democritus 
Or Lucyppus, yet I 
Am not a Plato or 

A BassiL Yet Gregory'* 
Doctrines may be true 
As Plato's. Yet f am 
Not tired of banishment. 
No, a descendant of the 
Pythagorian school. No 
A flower of all the 
Sophistry of the modern 
Philosophers. Reason 
3n preference to fiction, 
But fiction does raise 
Piinciples for philosophers 
To labor on, or turn 
Into poets and before 
The public stand what 
The world call fools ! 
Nor can I believe in the 
Heractitian sect. 
All philosophers and poets 



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Will advance their sentiments 
Condemned by some and 
Honored by others. The 
Epicurean and Electric sect 
Have obtained many disciples 
As well as the sophists of 
Athens, as Gorgius and 
Prodigius, whose glory was 
Te make the worst appear the best. 

Sas. 

Would to God I had the . 
Power to vie with tho 
Heraclitus sects, and 
Epicurus for a companion. 
I had rather be left in 
The dark than to have my 
Eyes put oaf. I know not 
What way to turn until the 
Black veil is raised and 
The mighty tempest ceases 
And the thunder siap its rolling-, 
And the fire of seas from gleaming 
On the golden heavens. 
O I am like the rolling sen. 
The Ionic sect and Socrates and 
Solons disciples are at the present 
Times looked upon es men 
Not as gods. Sages ought to write 
For the public good and purify 
The corrupted fountains and ks 
As virtuous as Franceas. She 
Has a twinkling eye' a double chin, 
A Chinese form and 
Complexion and resembkd an 
Aboriginal in gesture and in 
Manners. She could sing her 



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Forest song when her led lover 
Returned, and after wiping a 
Lovely tear from her eye, 
And her blooming cheeks, 
If one knew her not they 
Might weep with her. 
If they did they would as 
Soon weep for the fall of devils. 
He rejoiced when he heard of 
Her death. 

Lord Russ. 
O sue impl&cables Deu3. 

Enter Marco Bozzaris and Ulysses. 
Ulysses. 

if I had been born an 
Epicurus or an Aristotle 

1 should be an Ulyssus yet. 

I cannot go with Democritus, 

If all natures have souls 

What proof have we of it, unless 

Life is the soul ? If we believs 

With Plato, how can he 

Sceptics. Epicurus was a great 

Philosopher. AH men are 

Liable to errors ; some do knowingly 

Not say Plato was perfect. 

He whose writings are distorted by 

The public is a great slave. 

Ye who wield pens advance 

Your own ideas, mind not corrupt 

Morals, for virtue is what behoves 

Every nation. what can be 

Worse than to see your friend 

Betray you. 

Marco Bozzaris* 
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Wafted on the rolling waves of 
Copa% and seen the Athenian 
Classic Halls and stood on the 
Cliffs of Lepanto. We have not 
The heros of the Theban War ; 
Castor nor Pollox is not here, 
We mast fight our own battles 
If the infemals face us. 
O what have you seen. What 
Makes your countenance fade? 
Does not the heavens look as 
Fair to you as ever ? Has your 
Wine been tinctured with w T rath. 
No one but the gods know 
My destiny. 

Basilica. 
Lord Au planus was given 
To Gorgick of Tripolozza 
"When his majesty honored 
The sacred streets of old 
Constinople with his form. 
O Bozzaris's arm is almost 
Disarmed, but yet it wields 
The glittering spear ; his eyes 
Sparkle with ambition to see 
His foes fall lifeless at his 
Feet. O it is just and right, 
O my Bozzaris, live till (Greece . 
Be free. O will lovely 
Greece ever forget Bazzaris. 
Why cannot his name be 
As immortal as Eparaanondas. 

AncMses. 
Some godlike Demosthenes stand 
On Neptune's purple floor. 
O ye fickle Athenians. O why 



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Could you not let this isle 
Remain in peace. At least 
They thought they were in pursuit 
Of the Golden Purse while they 
Were after some noble God of 
Eloquence. 

Ulysses. \ 

How long the Turk ravished 
This holy land. Is not 
Bozzaris able to hurl the 
Thunderbolt of death. Why are 
You slumbering. You are praying 
For freedom and encouraging slavery. 
Gold aUyour command and 
Also men. My heart and hand 
And wealth are to Bozzaris to • 
Command, In the last battle 
The heavens rejoiced and smiled • 
On him. He had not the 
B'ood of Ajax nor the power 
Of Jove. All moved haimoniously 
Until he leceived the fatal blow. 
He saw the fiery steeds of his foes 
Quiver beneath his feet as he 
Was gasping. Brave as the 
Immortal Nelson. The victor 
is yet moving his council. 
Bozzaris had seen the ruins of 
Fallen Troy. His foes before t 
Him would- appear in council. 

Marco Bozzaris. 
Ephisus halls may crumble and 
Alexander has wept, Greece 
Has been afflicted, but affliction. 
She has survived until death. 
The war songs of the Greeks are 



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Sounding in my ears. 

Let the bolts be turned and 

There retniined. And here I offer 

A libation of my blood that 

Greece may be free ! 

The world knows my arm n 

Not like Hector's in war— but 

Weak as I am I scorn to yield 

So let me die m the battle field. 

Masuli. 
Your time has come your 
Force has reached the summit, 
Your power is not of earth, 
It is not sufficient to conquer 
All. It is better for you to 
Relinquish your soldiers and retire 
In peace. ' If it is possible for 
You to achieve your desire 
You might as well endeavor to 
Conquer the world or quench 
The fires of hell. 

Bozzaris. 

That is what I intend. Then 
We shall have peace on earth. 

Musuli. 
How can you speak such 
Things to me. You talk of 
Conquering. This does not become 
You, Bozzaris^to speak thus of 
Your power. Lookback; set 
What you sprung from. 

Bozzaris. 
Kight for christians to pave ii.fidelt t 

As well might angels serve 
Devils. 



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Maculi, 
Dare you call us devils. 
Bozzarus. 

I do, so do all the world. 
And all the world rejoice to 
See soldiers fail, and you with 
Them, so far that your clothing 
Armour could only be heard 
As you are rolling down on 
The path to the lowest hell. 

Emperor Joseph. 
O those walls look horrible 
Stained with Athenian's blood. 
O curse the hand that caused 
It. O have we offended him. 
O Bens I why dc you suffer thai 
Reeking hands of infidels 
To scatter the sacred Athenians 
Broad on those marble walks. 
O this is nothing, for what 
Has past or might be. 
A christian's heart for mea*. 
And blood were made 
Instead of betes to draw 
Their golden chariots. 
He who will endure this. 

Busiona^ 
There is a period when all 
Nations think they ought to hava 
The work to control;, add fools 
Oft think themselves sages 
And assnme the throne. 
Some degrade themselves 
Beneath a brute and act as 
A human being ; no harm 



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In it if they tlo not 
Deceive. At as fair as she 
For she knows no better. 
Ah! Cranins are there, thy 
Form and beautiful features, 
Thy Mack eyes, and neck 
Decked wisth gold. She ha» 
Found her lover* 

Joseph* 
Was this not her husband. 

Buson Cezsera. 
Yee, I thought it might be. 
But I caanot sey that 
Mie was drunk and her 
Husband too. Most »f those 
That !ove are apt to fall into 
The connubial bun Is. 
This was the case with this 
Goddess. She is fiom the 
Royal family. If the blood ia 
Peifect, and I think there can 
Be no improvement. I think 
The French are in preference 
To the Highland Scotch or ih© 
Lowland English. 'J here is 
None so fair as the rosy 
Italian dame. Some have 
Desidered a war and some 
r«ac3. V>\\\ a man like me 
Cou]d not love war. 

F.pidorits. 
Who can complain, when- 
All act as the great cause 
Desires us. It is out oF the 
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To define. This is the rock 
I built my fabric on, 
And the ruins cannot destroy it 
If nature has made many 
Black, you ought not to speak 
Thus of her. Consider what sh© 
Is. She was nourished on the 
Graft of France. It makes 
Me shudder to see fools and 
Black dames imposed upon. 
If her lover left her weeping 
He ought to suffer. 

Stanhope. 
My breast is open. See tha 
Scars where the sc«ptre has 
Entered. You must not 
Speak thus of her. If her 
Lover did save her life. 

Epidurus. 

She is gone, I know not where, 
I don't care, 

Slanhope. 
O heaven,. how can you 
Speak thus . It cannot be possible that 
She is burning. If that is 
So his eyes must snap. 

Joseph. 

She is gone, let us sing tha 
Funeral song, so solemn. 

O Mary we have 
Craved to fall 
Before thee as a 
Sacred goddess. 



%%i HOUBS OF EEFLECTIOW. 

O shall justice 
Perish for impiety 
O to God that you 
Were born immortaL 

O Deus. on us docs 
Look with revenge. 
But we must sing 
Tour funeral song, 

O those sparkling 
Eyes and lovely lips, 
That blooming breast 
Have waged eternal war. 

O your lover has 
Stemmed the rapid 
Tide. Your hand 
Was linked with treachery, 

G may peace on you 
[Rest and wrath be 
Quenched, and be safe 
You fair dame, 

O close thy ofice 
Sparkling eyes beneath 
Gold, and sleep sweetly 
Until the trumpet bounds. 



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